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tulipdf · 11 months

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❝ And I'll be right here when

wake up, Right by your side❞

Body half hurt from laying on your left side for too long. Track of time forgotten. 1:31 am. Have to wake up at 7:30 am. Sit at the same boring study table, zoning out and getting up after 2 hours of just staring at the books, not memorizing a single word.

All day spent inside these four walls. Only time you leave is when you have practice exams at your tuition classes. As soon as you step foot inside the class, you wanna go home. Sitting for the exam, you start missing your boring study desk.

Drops of tears on the dry and empty exam papers. Pulling out your mask and putting it on so no one sees you crying.

I wanna go home.

2:15 am.

Still no sign of sleep. Just blurry vision as tears after tears swell up and fall down on either side as you lay flat on your back on your empty bed.

When did it get this lonely?

Mindlessly scrolling through pictures on the internet. Viewing people's story. 10+ unanswered dms. That one friend telling you all about the exciting things happening to her.

“I'm getting a haircut today. Ooh! And also a new haircut. *inserts picture* It's going to be like this. I'm so excited!”

“Going to have picnic with co-workers! My job is the best.”

"DID I TELL YOU I'M GOING TO BE WORKING AS AN ASSISTANT FOR A CELEBRITY MODEL?”

“I'm SO excited! I'm going to see the movie today!!”

Ah yes, the new movie. You were excited too. So happy that you were looking forward to see it forgetting all about the upcoming long exams.

- That's great

[Sent]

Replying to texts when you don't even want to open them. Just so you don't seem rude a few extra words and some emojies.

The door to the room creaks open. He slowly walks in. Careful not to wake you up.

Wake who up? You weren't even asleep.

He slowly got in bed beside you. Hugging your waist and pulling you closer. You try your best not to make a sound and cry silently.

But the heavy rise and fall of your chest and he knew you weren't as peacefully asleep as he hoped you would be.

“Why are you still awake?”

No response.

“It's almost 3 am. I know you're awake. Why aren't you-

You sit up on the bed.

“I don't want to sleep.”

Wet cheeks getting more wet from the new flowing tears. All everyone ever tells you these days is to eat, sleep, take breaks and study. You're tired of it. You're tired of everyone and everything. Exams aren't helping, no one is helping. Loss of confidence, feelings of loneliness. Seeing others your age going out and having fun. Doing the latest trends. Earning money. Even one of your classmates went to see the new movie despite the upcoming exams. She went with her sister. Your sister lives miles away from you. You didn't tell Nanami because he's an actual busy man unlike you, who sits on the same dull spot everyday and just zones out.

I can't do this anymore.

“Love, are you al-”

“I don't wanna talk about this.”

Voice broken from crying. You try your best to talk and suppress the ache in your throat.

“Let's just go to bed”

He grabs your hand and turns your face towards him. Puffy red eyes and disheveled hair. You looked more tired than him.

“Did you take a nap after eating?”

You cry out more shaking your head.

“You woke up so early and then gave a 2 hour exam. You didn't rest after coming home?”

You didn't look at him. Just soft sniffles and tears.

He pushes your head gently towards his chest and holds you. Your soft cries was the only thing he heard in the dimly lit room. Rubbing your back with one hand and running his other one through your hair.

“Tell me.”

You cry harder burying your head in his chest.

“I'm here to listen.”

Your cries slowly soothe down.

“I'm sorry,” he says. “You've been feeling lonely haven't you?” You don't reply. Just your head on his chest, hugging him tightly. “I've been so busy, I didn't realize I was neglecting you. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you-”

“It's not you!”

You finally meet his eyes with your red ones. Of course it's not him. It never was him. In fact, he's the only one helping you go through all this despite being stressed himself. You sometimes felt guilty for always being this needy for him. For always wanting him by your side. For always just... wanting him.

“It's everything and everyone around me. I just can't do this anymore. People my age are out there having fun and actually doing things, while I'm here all day everyday sitting in the same spot studying for meaningless exams which are draining me mentally and physically.”

Nanami listens to you intently as he always does. Gentle rubs on your back.

“I'm happy for my friends. I really am. It's just... I'm not feeling very happy at the moment so..”

You felt terrible for feeling that way. Feeling jealous of your friends who were having fun and doing things you looked forward to doing. You know it's not their fault but you can't control your feelings either.

“I feel like a cold hearted person."

More tears.

You said nothing and just laid down curling up, facing the other way. Wishing the tears would just stop.

A strong hand curling up around your waist pulls you closer to him. Gently caressing your hair and hugging you tightly.

Nanami knows your 'leave me alones' mean 'don't leave, stay.' He knows when you push him away, you want him to pull you closer. He knows when you don't 'want to talk about it' you actually want to say a lot about it.

“Sometimes.” his deep soothing voice which you find so comforting, so close against your ears . Hands still caressing through your hair. “Not feeling happy is okay.”

“Being envious of others doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone is always envious of someone. The people you see on the internet having a good time, they're also envious of someone or something. Doesn't mean they're a bad person. It's just.. natural feelings.”

“You're having a stressful time, and I understand. I understand your feelings. You don't have to push yourself and you are not a bad friend. Sometimes,” his rough big hands feel so soft when he's caressing your hair like this, while you hide away your face in the pillow.

“We just don't want to hear about other people's life, and it's totally okay. Does not mean you wish bad upon them or anything. It just means, you're not in a good mental state at the moment.”

“It does not make you a cold hearted person.”

“It makes you someone who's trying her best to do things right."

You turn around and burry your face in his neck while he holds you tightly.

“I'm just so tired Kento,” you cry into his chest. “I feel like I'm missing out on so much. People promise to make plans with me and then cancel last minute and make it with someone else.”

“You can make plans with me you know. How about we take a break tomorrow and go see that movie-” “I don't want to.”

You break away from his embrace and lay on your side, facing him. Your face. It looked so worn out. Nanami wiped the tears away and caressed your cheek.

“I won't be able to enjoy it plus it's not about just the movie.” “I know.”

He really does know.

Your phone beeped. A new notification.

But before you can reach for the phone, Nanami was quick to get it himself.

[Just finished watching the movie! OH AND I ALSO GOT MY HAIR CUT!! 🤭✨

*photo*

What do you think?]

He sighs.

"Who is it?"

Nanami simply switches off the phone and puts it on the bedside table.

"No one."

Deep down he knew you didn't want to reply to the message either. You thanked him in the back of your mind for not giving you the phone.

"Thank you."

3:45 am

His arms hold you tightly, face buried in your hair while you face the other way. Peacefully asleep in his embrace.

“I love you.”

He kisses your head.

“And I'm proud of you.”

His eyes closing slowly, taking in your scent.

I love you too

“Kento.”

“Hm?”

“Will you be gone when I wake up?”

“No.”

“I'll be right here when you wake up.

Right by your side.”

[Fanart is not mine. I found it on Pinterest. If you know the artist, let me know.] ♡

➛ And yes it is Nanami in the fanart in case you're wondering (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #loving nanami #self indulgent #hurt/comfort #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x y/n #loving nanami hours #comfort character

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pullhisteeth · 1 year

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okay so… i’m aspec, and i wanted to start off with how much i love how you characterize eddie! his sweet persistent attentiveness is totally what draws me to him. anyway… since you asked for requests, what about eddie reacting to being told reader isn’t ready for sex yet, or maybe that juxtaposed with when they are ready? eddie being patient and happy to hold off… maybe putting an emphasis on nonsexual intimacy or even nudity without it being sexualized? idk just a few ideas, you don’t have to include the aspec stuff if you don’t want but just the reader not being ready and focusing on other ways to feel close to him would be amazing 🥺

hi!!! I found this in my drafts - I am so sorry it took me so long! big love 2 u. <3 (gn!reader, suggestive themes, angst, Eddie being a sweetheart, mention of drugs)

Frustrated, you bring your knees up and kick your comforter down, over your legs and to the end of the bed. The cool air hits your skin like a wave, and it brings enough relief that you can close your eyes for a moment.

The sheets feel like wet sandpaper tonight, clinging to every inch of you. Your pyjamas are nearly as bad.

You turn over and squint through the darkness at the clock beside your bed. It's just past two in the morning, and you huff another irritated noise when you realise you only have four hours until you have to be up for work. You can see it now: you'll drift off, hopefully, at some point in the next few hours, only to be rudely awoken at 6:15 by your alarm. You'll drag yourself into work, where Fiona, the lady you open with on a Friday, will tell you that you look like hell and offer you a modafnil. You'll decline, and when you clock off in the afternoon, you'll head home, fall asleep, and wake in the middle of the night to repeat the process.

You're not sure where she gets the myriad of drugs she seems to carry with her. For a while, you assumed she just had a hefty prescription – she's at least in her late fifties, and age hasn't dissuaded her from smoking a pack a day – but sometimes you catch her at the dishwasher or by the bins out back, swallowing something from another orange bottle. Once, when you were emptying the trash, you found one. It was Xanax.

Maybe there's a drug for this, you think. Because, surely, it's some kind of disorder, a syndrome, something abnormal. Your beautiful, lovely, sexy boyfriend, kind and wild and falling for you, and you still can't find that urge to rip his clothes off.

You turn onto your back again, head slotted between two pillows, and stare blankly at the ceiling, turning over the previous evening in your head. It burns, the embarrassment, like white-hot fire under your skin. Your hair flares, lifting from the hot shame, when you think about his face, the drop of his hands from your waist, the awkward way you let yourself out and came home. He didn't call.

"I'm gonna go clock out."

You reach behind your back to untie your apron, using your elbow to push through the kitchen door back into the diner. Fiona barely turns to acknowledge you from where she's hunched over, polishing a glass, giving a short noise of agreement as you make your way to the staff room. You pull yourself through your routine, throwing the apron in the hamper and shoving your timecard into the machine, before you stop before you reach for your bag.

You realise that you have no way of getting home.

Eddie usually picks you up, but he won't be here today. And you're tired, so tired, too tired to walk home. You'd only finally gotten to sleep a few hours before you woke, just as you'd expected. Your legs feel like lead.

As you mull over your options, you pull your bag over your shoulder and grab your jacket. And when you push the door open, you nearly cry, because sat in his usual spot, right by the door, is your stupid, lovely boyfriend.

He looks up at you when he hears the door, and the first thing you notice is how tired he looks, too. He's a little puffy, almost like he's only just woken up – his hair tells you the same, curls going wild amongst one another, sticking out at every angle. He wears a sad smile as his gaze lingers on you, and you feel yourself nearly crumble under it.

He stands as you make your way over. Just as he does every day, he takes your bag from you and slings it over his own shoulder, and he reaches out and takes your hand, and it's then that you let go.

The tears come quicker than you can stop them, silent, hot rivers running down your face. He tugs gently on your hand, urges you out of the door, not giving his usual quick-whip goodbye to Fiona, and pulls you across the lot to his van.

When he opens the door for you as he always does, helping you in and dropping your bag by your feet, he rubs your knee with one hand and takes your face in the other.

"We're gonna talk about it when we get home, 'kay?" he says, and his voice sounds just as tired as he looks. "Please don't cry."

All you can give him is a nod, but he takes it, squeezing your knee as a quick goodbye before closing the door and jogging around to his side. The ride home is quiet, besides your sniffling, and his hand plants back on your knee for most of it. You look out the window and feel the sun on your face, made hotter as it passes through the glass. Your eyes close and you breathe, and as it paints your skin with a golden heat, you begin to think that maybe this won't be as bad as you've made yourself believe.

You like Eddie's home, perhaps moreso than your own. Yours is lonesome, but Eddie's is full of love. His uncle likes photographs and souvenirs and clutter, and it makes their little trailer feel like the warmest place on earth.

Today, though, it's tainted, edges burned by the memory of the night before. You daren't think about it, too worried about crying more than you already have, but it's difficult when you have to look at the door you slammed in Eddie's face 18 hours ago.

"C'mon," he says, squeezing your thigh and opening his door. You pull your bag onto your knee and do the same, hopping out and following him slowly up the steps. Inside, he takes your bag again, hanging it on a hook by the kitchen, while you take off your sneakers and traipse over to his couch. You don't dare to sit down, though, until he's back by your side pleading with you to.

"What's got you all wound up, hm?" he asks, taking your hand in his, and his voice is like honey, making you want to cry again. You breathe in a short, sharp breath instead and try desperately to ignore the white-hot burn of exhaustion and shame behind your eyes.

You sit and he follows, using his other hand to wipe away the tears as they come. You must look a mess, you think, all tired with huge, dark marks beneath your eyes and cheeks wet from crying. But he's looking at you like he always does, fond as ever.

"Why'd you run off like that last night?" he asks.

"I-" You try to answer, but the words are lost on you, lodged in the thickness of your throat. His arms wind around you and you lean in, lost to the familiarity of it. Your sobs, broken by hiccups and broken breaths, are in freefall.

He soothes you, leaning back so you're lying on his chest. His hands run up and down your back as he kisses the crown of your head and whispers that it'll be okay, that you're okay, we're okay.

"I'm sorry," you say into his t-shirt.

"For what?"

You wish you could tell him, and you wish he wouldn't ask. Isn't it obvious? You stormed out, you slammed the door in his face, you didn't call, you let it get this far, you led him on knowing you'd feel like this.

"For crying on your shirt," you say.

He chuckles and you feel it, the deep rumble of laughter in his chest. He twists underneath you, turning the two of you on your sides to lie facing one another, mostly so he can get a good look at your face.

"I have other shirts," he tells you.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising."

"Sorry."

He laughs again and you can't help but break a smile.

"So," he begins. "Why'd you go?"

"I just…" You sigh and he sees the way your face twists, contorting into something like frustration, so he eases the grip of his arms around you to let you sit up. You do, leaning on his bent knees, and look up to the ceiling.

"I feel… I feel like I've led you on."

"What?" He sounds surprised, which in turn surprises you, because surely he can see that that's what's happening here.

"Eddie, I don't know how to… I can't explain it."

He doesn't say anything. The couch dips and creaks as he sits up, knees crossed, opposite you, imploring you to try.

"I... I can't give you what I'm meant to."

He looks back at you bewildered, and for a brief flash you feel the burn of frustration. You'd usually find this endearing, but all of this would be easier if he would fill in the blanks by himself.

"I don't want to have sex, Eddie."

You watch the dawning of realisation on his face, the twist and the widening. His eyes search your face as you hold it in, the dam close to bursting again, and then he softens.

"Oh, baby, you should've just said."

He reaches over, a hand on your ankle, holding you there as if to stop you leaving.

How could you ever?

"What do we do?" you ask him after a beat. You're looking at one another, you at him because you're sure this is the final time you'll get the chance, and him at you because he's sure he's never loved anybody like this before in his life.

"What do you mean?"

"Eddie, don't make me-"

"You're not leaving me," he tells you. It's not a question, or a plea, but a statement of fact. You're here, with me. You're not going anywhere. I'm not going to make you go anywhere.

"I don't want to," you say quietly.

"And," he begins, inching closer, taking your waist in his big hands to pull you in. "I'm not leaving you."

He resumes his position on his back, you pressed comfortably to his chest. You feel his heartbeat, quicker than usual, and feel a pang of remorse that you've made him so nervous.

You think back to the evening before - when he'd got handsy, and you'd liked it, but then the clothes had started coming off and you'd freaked, pulling your things into a bag and running out the door before he could stop you - and it's suddenly muddied by distance, a memory trapped somewhere far away.

"I'm just not ready," you tell him, cheek to his chest, feeling his fingers run through your hair.

"'S'okay," he murmurs. "I'll be here if you ever are. Or if you never are. Either way."

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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shukislamp · 1 year

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LATE NIGHT HOURS

Summary: he had a rough time at work and needed your presence. You two had been dating for the past 2 years but he was obsessed with you, just as you were.

a/n: my first post on tumblr, hope you guys like it ^^

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You tried fighting off the sleep trying to take over you. The room was pitch black and rain was falling outside your window, not too heavy,just a light patter. The last time you had checked your phone it was about 10:36pm. Jungkook was late.

Your 2 year relationship was still going on strong. Whenever you both looked at each other it seemed you both always fell in love over and over again. You were his comfort and he was your home. You had never loved anyone like you loved Jungkook.

Sure there were times where you two fought but what is a relationship without a little bit of arguing?

You eyes drooped as you sat up on the bed reaching out for your phone. He told you that he might be late but you didn't expect it to be this late. It was almost 12 am and you were starting to worry. You got out of bed heading to the living room of your shared apartment and sat on the couch. Before you could even call his number, the front door was opening. You breathed out a sigh of relief and stood up walking to the front door.

A tired Jungkook was locking the door when he felt your arms wrap around his waist. His body instantly relaxed and he turned around hugging you back and buried his face in your hair, taking in your vanilla scent. He loved the shampoo you used. It relaxed him everytime he smelt you

"Why are you still awake?" Jungkook rubbed your arms as he started walking backwards leading you to the couch. "You're late." You stared up at him with a frown and a slight pout as you clenched your fists around his shirt. "I'm sorry baby, today was stressful"

Jungkook sat you on his laps lightly raking his hands over your body as he rubbed his nose on your neck. You bit your lips as you felt heat course through your body. Just a single touch from him gets you aroused. You intertwine your fingers in his long locks and pull his head back connecting your lips. He smiled into the kiss and dragged his hands down to your ass cupping them as he lifted you.

You moan into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and he leads you both to the bedroom. You feel his bulge press against your clothed cunt and you whine into the kiss rubbing your centre down on him. Jungkook groans lightly pinching your cheeks before he settles you down on the bed hovering over you. He doesn't waste time and immediately tears your clothing off running his hands around your body. He hooks his fingers on the edges of your underwear pulling it down your legs. Cool air hits your cunt and you shiver slightly biting your lips

"Such a pretty pussy" He leans down digging his nails into your thighs and you whimper quietly as he bites your inner thigh. "Already so wet for me, your cunt is dripping"

"Jungkook....Please-" You try to pull his head closer to your aching core but he slaps your hands away pushing your thighs upwards and spread your legs open

"What do you want love?"

"I want...no I need you in me..please- it hurts"

Jungkook looks up at your twisted face and groans. He loves seeing you like this. Desperate and needy for his touch. He leans closer to your center and licks up your folds pressing your thighs further down on the bed. You moan at the warm feeling of his tongue and thrust your hips up on his face. He laps at your wetness and inserts a finger into your hole which had you gasp in pleasure. You lock your fingers in his hair grinding down on his face as he slides his fingers in and out of you, adding more digits in you to stretch you out more. No matter how many times you both have sex your body never adjusts to his size. His cock was too big for you and he always has to prepare your cunt before he could penetrate you.

"Jungkook, I need more please..." You look down at him in a haze and he ignores you focusing on licking circles on your clit. You whine jolting your hips a bit and feel your walls tighten on his fingers. "Fuck, you're still so tight"

Jungkook erection hurts as he continues pumping his fingers in and out you, trying to stretch you out. He didn't want to hurt you. He unconsciously thrusts down on the bed trying to relieve his hard on as he nibbles on your clit. When he feels your walls tighten on his fingers, he groans and picks up the pace, curling his fingers in you. You cry out and feel a knot build up in your stomach, nearing your release. As if also sensing it, Jungkook lightly bites your clit, scissoring his fingers in you which was enough to get you your release

Jungkook immediately pulls off his pants, stroking his shaft and positions himself in between your legs and at your entrance. He leans down forcing his fingers in your mouth and you moan sucking your juices off them. You feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance and you moan as he rubs it up your fold. He was already dripping with precum but he spreads your cum over the tip of his cock. "Tell me if it hurts". You nodded at him and he leans down kissing you trying to distract you and slowly enters you. You groan biting his lips and he squeezes your hips lightly pushing in more until you lightly tapped his biceps. He immediately stopped moving, allowing you to adjust to his size and continued to penetrate you when you gave him the go ahead. He pulls away from the kiss throwing his head back as he moans

"Fuck, you're so tight baby, I'm going to fucking stretch out your pussy-"

He was still halfway in you, but you already felt so stuffed. You wrapped your legs around his waist allowing him to enter more and you both moan together. He started rocking his hips back and forth as you writhe underneath him, gasping and swearing in pleasure, lost in your own world

Jungkook licks his lips thrusting into you, going past a barrier and starts to relentlessly pound into you. You cry out in in ecstasy dragging your nails down his back as he groans under his breathe digging his nails in your hips

"Jungkook....Jungkook!-"

All you can do is cry out his name and he curses seeing you undo underneath him. Tears slide down your face as he picks up his pace throwing one legs over his shoulder and pushes your hips down in the bed. You moan uncontrollably looking up at the ceiling with hazed eyes

"Look at me baby, let me see your face as I fuck the sense out of you"

You oblige looking at him and he wraps his arms around your neck pulling you up and kisses you, shoving his tongue down your throat. You moan sucking on his tongue and wrap your arms around his neck as your tits bounce on his chest. You feel his cock twitching in you and he pulls away forcing your head back down on the pillow as he pounds into you chasing his release

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking tight!"

You also feel yourself nearing and you clench your pussy walls on his cock arching your back as you feel his tip hit your cervix over and over again. You cry out his name and he pushes your legs upwards ramming straight into you. You see white as you reach your orgasm and milk his cock. He groans throwing his head back and he stills in you his cock twitching before he abruptly pulls out of you and spills his seeds on your stomach.

You both pant together and he gets out of bed heading to the bathroom and comes back out with a washcloth. He wipes you both clean and lays next to you pulling your body into his chest. He places sloppy kisses on your cheeks, drawing circles on your stomach before you both drift off to sleep, the soothing noise of rain hitting your window fading away.

#jungkook smut #oneshot #18+#JK x reader

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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~congratulations on 2 thousand!! can I ask for a Manjiro with 85, 41 and 55 smut?? thank you if you do this, but you can ignore it. have a nice day!! 💞

Thank you for requesting~ 😊

Smut Prompts; 'Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you're rough,' 'What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?' & 'Is my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off.'

Warning; bonten!mikey, dry humping, thigh riding, ruined orgasm.

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) [Tokyo Revengers]

Please, enjoy the event~

After a long day of having to deal with all the brats that wanted to be part of Bonten, claiming they were "worth it", (M/n) got home with quite a headache, he furrowed his eyebrows, and let out a heavy sigh, heading to the couch in the living room after taking his coat and shoes off.

With a groan, he sat down. He leaned back on and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose. Right then and there, all he wanted was to sleep, but he knew that if he did that he was gonna wake up with an even more painful headache, so he was gonna get up, get something to eat, drink some water and maybe take a shower before going to bed. He wanted to relax after a tiring and annoying day, but someone else had other plans.

Mikey had sat down next to him on the couch, when did he do it? (M/n) had no idea, but he now knew that Mikey's hands were touching places that they shouldn't at the moment. Of course, Mikey didn't care or he just didn't notice, his hands trailing down his abdomen, inching his face close to the male and placing kisses on his neck.

(M/n) didn't have the willpower to push his partner away, so he just let Mikey do his thing, best thing was that his gentle touches were relaxing him, with help with his tense body. But it didn't just stay there, Mikey started getting bolder with his caresses, his intentions as clear as water now, and (M/n) had to stop him.

He held Mikey's wrist, opening his eyes and glancing down at him, "I'm not in the mood, Manjiro."

"Well, I am, and I've been waiting for you all day~" without caring about what (M/n) just told him, Mikey straddled the male's hips, grinding his ass down on (M/n)'s crotch, and yet again, his actions didn't get a single reaction out of the (h/c) haired male. "C'mon, just for a little bit?"

Making eye contact with the white-haired male, (M/n) let out a sigh, placing his hands on Mikey's hips, tilting his head back enough to make the male sitting on him understand that he wanted to kiss him. Eager, Mikey leaned down and did just that, his lips rubbing against (M/n)'s, their tongue soon touching.

And yet again, it wasn't enough for Mikey. He felt and noticed how (M/n)'s kisses and touches were so slow and gentle, almost sweet, it made his heart pound and get nervous, feelings that he wasn't used to, so he couldn't help but break the kiss and point it out.

"Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you're rough," he whispered against (M/n)'s lips, wrapping his arms around his shoulder.

(M/n) only scoffed, tightening his grip on Mikey's hips, "What makes you think I'm going to fuck you? I told you I'm not in the mood, Manjiro."

Mikey whined, moving his hands down to undo (M/n)'s pants, stroking his soft cock over his clothes, but his wrists were held behind his back, (M/n)'s face suddenly too close to his.

"Is my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off," taking it as a challenge, Mikey positioned one of his legs in between (M/n)'s thigh, slowly starting to grind his hips back and forth, getting faster by the second.

His eyes started gathering tears, his face colored red, feeling embarrassed under (M/n)'s stoic stare, whining and whimpering quietly every time he felt his orgasm close only to slip away like water through his fingers. More times than he could count, his hips stuttered, his cock throbbing as it leaked cum, wetting his underwear, groaning in annoyance as he couldn't get himself into a proper orgasm.

Whilst he was struggling with overstimulating and edging himself, (M/n) was silently enjoying Mikey's helpless expression, watching he kept ruining his orgasms, unable to satisfy himself like he could do it. It was amusing, he would've laughed if he were meaner, but no, he just observed, delighted with the sight and the noises he was offered.

(my sister is making me play free fire with her, and I almost couldn't write this in time)

#.mackjlee9's 2k event #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #tokyorev x reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #lime #smut prompts #writing event

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jaidens · 11 months

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Just One Single Glimpse Of Relief To Make Some Sense Of What You've Seen [PT. 2]

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : pain, cuts, bruises, crying, cuddling | comforting part of the hurt | this was super quick I'm tired guys

a/n [s] : requests are open!! hi pooksters

Daniel wakes up with a painful throbbing in his head, reminding of too many bad highschool parties after football games. There's a loud beeping and bright lights as he attempts to recollect why he's here. The television is playing a random old movie, the commonahh track playing loudly. He looks around and looks down at his body to see that he is connected to wires and an IV. Suddenly, he realizes, why is he in a hospital room?

You emerge from an open door, carrying two plates of food and a cup of water. “Hey, Danny! You're finally awake.” Your voice is soft and relaxing and it's music to his throbbing head. “What am I doing here? What's happening? All I remember was Johnny.. then man— my head is really hurting.” Daniel rumbles out words, hand falling against the gauze patch above his eyebrow.

You sit down near his legs, hand falling against his arm as he looks at you with worry. “You passed out after what the Cobra’s did to you. You got a couple of cuts and bruises. It's around..10:00 so you've been sleeping for a while.” You inform Daniel and he nods, fingers playing with yours on your hand. He's zoned out and you hand him a pill and water. You direct him to take it, your voice soothing his mind.

He shoots the pill back with water and lays against your pillow. Daniel’s hair is messy and fluffy, and his eyes are closed. You're softly rubbing his arm, fingers laced through his. You're reminding him that you're there for him, and care. “Are you hungry? Did you want to eat?” You ask and Daniel nods, grabbing the plate from your hands and immediately digging into the warmed up dinner.

You chew yours as you watch him, savoring the picture in your mind of his soft look. His eyes are hung almost closed as he continues waking up from his long nap. He doesn't look great— the purple eye and cuts littering his face are prominent. The bruises against his arms from blocking hits make you sad, knowing how he had to use karate for protection, and not for what he had loved and cherished.

“Do you want the lights off? I wasn't sure what you wanted.” You ask and he nods, which makes you stand up and turn them off and turn the lamp on that lights up a small area but a candle look lets you eat in peace. You're watching him and you can't help but feel your eyelashes get wet from tears finally pushing through your strong surface. The sight of him makes you wanna take everything he's ever felt, and push it onto you, which would make him feel better. It kills you that it can't, however.

“The nurse said you had a concussion and a few stitches.” You tell Daniel and he lets his eyes fling open in surprise. “Johnny was so aggressive— I think he was drunk or something.” You nod and kiss his knuckles as he explains what happens while sniffling in tears. Daniel had been hurt in many ways— emotional and physical. It hurts you more to see someone you loved and cared about and have to look behind his back after karate championships.

“Thank you– for being here. I was so scared. As soon as I saw them all, I knew I wouldn't be going home with a couple bruises.” Daniel admits to you as he chews against his bottom lip. You had only seen him like this a couple of times during bad situations, he would quiet down and the bubbly personality would get locked away. “Of course, Daniel. I will always be here, always.”

The night ends with cuddling and talking about the school day before, everything that happened before. You're in his hospital bed and watch how calm he stays, messing with his curls by twirling them around your fingers. You're in love, and you're sure the next time you see Johnny's face, it isn't gonna be as cute as all the girls see it.

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 7 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 37- Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"I've been hard since I saw you naked in my bed this morning. Don't tell me you didn't notice until now."

"Unlike someone, I'm not permanently horny..."

"You're cute. Not sure someone who screamed my name all night can really say that."

"You..."

I flush, jumping on him, sending water sloshing over the edge of the tub.

"You're the one who gets hard every time I sit on you..."

"You expect me not to? With this..." he squeezes my ass in his hands. "Pressing up against my dick?"

My head feels like it'll explode from the vulgar words and it makes me excited.

But it's really not good for me to be getting horny again.

My brain may be on board but my body is not. Don't get me wrong... the sex was mind-melting, the most pleasure I've ever felt.

But my body aches from how hard we went at it. I start to shake my head.

"Daemon I'm s-sorry but I don't think I can go again, I'm so sore..."

"No sorries shortcake. I'm not going to make you do anything. Just ignore it," he pulls me back against him.

Okay then.

But how exactly am I supposed to ignore the hot throbbing presence right between my legs?

I decide I need to distract myself so I sit forward, squirting some body wash into my hands.

Then I turn around to straddle him, trying not to think about how close our cocks are to touching.

I hum, running my soapy hands down his arms.

Then I move to his neck, gently massaging him there before I go over his chest, giving extra special attention to his pecs and abs.

He melts under my touch, the appreciation deep in his face as he watches me, eyes low lidded.

He's just a big baby, isn't he?

He looks so starved of this type of affection that I wonder how long he's gone without a loving touch, a soothing hand to calm him.

So I do it thoroughly, hugging him close as I wash his hair.

"You're spoiling me..." he murmurs in pleasure as I apply an exfoliating cleanser to his face, gently massaging it into his skin with my thumbs.

Then I wash it off and give him a kiss on both cheeks.

"You're the spoiler, Daemy. Just look at all this stuff you prepared," I give him a soft look.

"I'm only giving you what you deserve. I mean, you deserve more, of course..."

"Oh shush," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself close to him.

"You're the best."

His face goes a little bit funny and I feel him shift under me, realizing he's now even harder than before.

I give him a "really?" look.

"Look, I'm really trying here. But my Omega in heat on top of me is just... a lot," he admits, his voice strained.

Apparently all my wolf can think about is his dick so that works out perfectly.

I stop trying to resist abs just give in to the hormones.

"Hmmn is that so?" I wiggle myself on his cock, teasing him.

"What are you doing?" he asks, eyes narrowing. "With your ass?"

He raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm you're right. It's not that effective. How about you sit up on the ledge," I say suggestively, giving him a sultry look.

He obliges almost immediately, rising out of the water to sit on the side of the tub, cock standing erect between his legs.

I look up at him seductively, licking my hand sensually to get it wet with my spit before closing it around his length.

He sucks in a breath, watching the scene unfolding before him intently, focused on where I'm touching him.

I lather his dick up, using the my spit and the water as lubrication to stroke him.

"What happened to 'I can't do it again'?" Daemon smirks.

I give him a little pout.

"I can't. But you can, evidently," I say as I continue to pump him, increasing the pressure of my hand.

I see when he starts to really feel the pleasure, letting out a rumbling groan as he leans his head back.

Daemon's stamina is absolutely unbeatable, which means he lasts awhile and my hand soon gets tired.

But not to worry.

I have another tactic up my sleeve.

I slow the rhythm of my hand, moving it down to hold only the base of his dick.

Daemons eyes widen when he sees what I'm about to do.

I lower my head to his cock, lips wrapping around the tip.

I feel him shudder in pleasure, a fire in his eyes as he watches me.

Now, I'm not experienced in this whatsoever but Lylah instructed me with a few techniques that 'bring men to their knees.'

So I'm hoping this works.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, keeping eye contact with him all the while as I slather his dick with my spit.

"Who taught you this?" he growls with his chest.

I don't answer, just innocently looking up at him as I suck on him, pumping the rest of his length I can't fit in my mouth with my hand.

He tastes a hint salty, his precum surely pooling on the head of his cock that I'm focusing on.

Daemons hands lace through my hair as I go deeper, a deep moan coming out from him as it hits the back of my throat.

My tongue slides all around his hardness, laving at the places and pulsing veins I know feel good. then I start to make soft little noises of hunger and gratification, my eyelashes fluttering as I struggle to take him deeper. His hand tightens in my hair.

"Fuck. You're gorgeous," he groans, looking down at me, eyebrows creased in concentration.

I moan in response, sending delightful vibrations up his cock.

I clench my thighs, already having a tingling feeling between them.

"Look at you," he groans, face tense with lust as he takes in my appearance,

"Those pink lips so damn wet, your pretty cheeks all red. You were made to suck my cock, weren't you?"

I nod submissively up at him, pulling off his dick with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his manhood to my swollen plump lips.

Then I stick my tongue back out and start licking all over it, making a show of it as I look up at him with big doe eyes.

He looks like he's going to snap any second.

"Come in my mouth," I breathe against his cock, my heat speaking for me. I swear, something's possessed me.

This is not me. He loses it.

He growls, standing up as I kneel before him on my knees, half submerged in the water.

He jerks his cock through his fist before my awaiting open mouth, spurting his cum directly onto my tongue and face.

The salty liquid melts over my taste-buds and I lean in, licking the tip of his cock to get the excess off of his slit, hungry for more of his seed.

He watches as I swallow down his cum, a look like he wants to devour me in his eyes.

When I'm done he brushes his thumb over my lips, holding my chin.

"Good boy," he tells me and I close my eyes, soaking in the praise as I reminisce the taste of him.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight after this. Do you hear me?" he growls, a possessive tone in his deep rumble of a voice.

I nod dizzily, still stuck in a lustful daze.

I feel so damn hot.

"Baby?"

I don't reply, breathing hard.

I feel woozy, like I just want to sleep here in the nice warm bath.

"Shit," he says, kneeling down to pick me up out of the water.

"You're overheating."

I relax against him as he takes me out of the bath and wraps a a fluffy white towel around me.

"Guess I still have a bit of fever from my heat," I say tiredly as he brings me to the bed.

"It should subside soon. Since we fucked."

"Don't say it like that."

I blush, burying my face in the pillow case.

He climbs on top of me playfully, smothering me.

"What should I say then? Consummated? Coitus? Intercourse?"

"Put some clothes on you oaf."

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dumb-admins · 1 year

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Pity Party

Valentine x Phoenix angst one shot

Tw: Forgotten birthday, cussing, crying, semi-shitty girlfriend and happy ending

A/n: I'm aware we remembered her birthday but 1. I'm in an angsty mood 2. I need to get this out of our drafts and 3. I'm aware I probably should've just posted this in May but writers block is kicking my ass.

Valentine sat up off the small mattress in Phoenix's dorm, the too-big cotton sheets bunching up uncomfortably around her legs and arms, she let out a loud yawn, her arms stretching out and tensing slightly, she stood up and walked to the bathroom, brushing her teeth lazily and wetting her hair; brushing her baby hairs down to calm her bed-head. She slumped out of the tiny bathroom and looked at the beat up 'hang in there' cat calendar Raza gifted Valentine a few days after she was made aware of her existence, she smiled softly at the memory, picking up the almost dried red sharpie she went to cross of May 26th, before widening her eyes, realizing it was her birthday.

She excitedly crossed the day off and skipped towards the small plastic container containing her clothes, she picked out a beautiful silky baby blue dress Kanako bought her; it barely coming up above her knobby knees, the lose fitted fabric hanging off her small figure, she grabbed the matching white corset belt and slipped it on, it hugged her waist snuggly.

She skipped out of Phoenix's bedroom, immediately seeing the tall girl standing sleepily over the coffee maker, staring at it though it seemed like she was completely zoned out, she ran towards her and hugged her tightly, Phoenix let out a gasping groan as she slowly realized it was Valentine hugging her. "Good morning?" She chucked while patting her head tiredly, "Mornin'! Guess what day it is!" She giggled while holding onto the hem of her girlfriend's oversized Nirvana shirt like a giddy toddler, her bright smile being met back with a confused glare, Phoenix cocked her head to the side and checked her phone, the bright light casting shadows in her tired face, "Oh thank god it's Friday, I swear tomorrow I'm not getting out of bed. Thanks for telling me babe." She chucked quietly and planted a quick kiss on the pale girls forehead, Valentine frowned and loosened her grip on the cream colored shirt.

She laughed awkwardly and gently nudged her knee against the girl's thigh, "Love, are you forgetting something..?" She questioned, hoping that it was a small prank or a slip of the mind, Phoenix shook her head softly, confused she turned back to her coffee, grabbing a bright yellow porcelain mug with faded words that once said 'I am a ray of fucking sunshine', Ash bought it for her as a gag gift, she threatened to bash it over his skull therefore proving his point.

"N-no my love..uhm..check again?" She awkwardly chuckled and brought her hands to the hem of her own silky dress, the fabric feeling too tight even if it was big on her, the air feeling too humid on her already warm skin and her hair feeling too scratchy on her neck in that moment. Phoenix rolled her eyes and glared at her girlfriend, an obvious annoyance radiating off of her, "Val, nothing is happening today..fuck.." she huffed the last word with an exaderated eye roll, slipping away from the counter loosely as she sipped the bitter hot coffee, the red head's eyes blinking away tears 'Maybe shes planning something! It's probably a surprise party!', being happy with what her mind conjured up, she skipped happily towards Phoenix and tugged on her shirt collar, nudging her down as she snapped her teeth in frustration, her coffee almost spilling on her hand and the cold ceramic tile, "Valentine, cut it out." She grabbed her hand and ripped it off of her shirt, holding her hand she bent down and pressed a small kiss against her temple.

"I need to get ready for class, stay here and don't kill yourself." She grumbled in annoyance and tiredness, tossing Valentine's hand out of hers, slumping back towards the bedroom to get ready for the school day, she brushed her teeth and put her hair back, not bothering to slick it down opting to just put on her hoodie and hopefully sleep throughout first period, thank god she sat in the far back. She stumbled towards her bedroom, seeing her upset girlfriend on her bed, pouting; in the back of Phoenix's mind she cooed and called her immature.

She got dressed, wearing black athletic shorts and a grey tank top with a jacket, the summer air hot and humid as she stepped into the air conditioned hallway, she checked her phone and quickly realized she was going to be late for her first period. She quickly sped walked to class while awkwardly smiling at professors and other students, once in the class she sprinted up the steps and slid in the seat next to Sara, "Hey girl..shit did I miss anything?" She mumbled softly and pulled her laptop out, trying to beat the device awake, "No he barely started..I swear he starts every damn class by trauma dumping for the first 30 minutes, like why do you think a bunch of 20 somethings care about your failed marriage.." she giggled and nudged a snickering Phoenix with her elbow. "I don't know man..you got any plans today? I wanna get drunk this week was hell.." she groaned softly and leaned against Sara, only to be met with a confused stare, slowly being nudged off of her shoulder, "Oh uhm.. Valentine is drinking? I didn't think she'd do that.." she questions with a soft shrug "What? No she doesn't drink, why? I don't know but I wanna go to your dorm and drink I'm problems away." She mumbled sleepily while resting her chin on her palm, staring at an almost horrified, confused Sara. "Bitch...it's Valentine's birthday today did you fucking forget..!?" She whisper yells while gripping onto the shocked girls forearm.

Phoenix abruptly stands up, stuffing her notebooks and laptop into her already overstuffed bag, the professor glaring at her until she awkwardly lied "oh uhm..student council meeting sir.." she nodded and pointed towards the door, Phoenix sprinted out, basically falling into the cafeteria to beg for a pink lemonade and a vanilla cupcake with strawberry frosting, the staff reluctantly gave her the food, mainly to shut her up and get her out of the echoey cafeteria. She ran up the stairs and beat against the large wooden door with her elbow and foot, Valentine opened the door, teary eyed and shaky as she just got done sobbing since no one remembered her birthday, "Babe! Hey..don't cry c'mere.." Phoenix mumbled and placed the food on a small coffee table, hugging her shaking girlfriend, kissing her forehead softly as she whispered praises and apologies. "I thought you forgot.." Valentine hiccuped out between gasping cries, Phoenix cringed and looked down ashamedly, "I know.. I'm sorry, this week has been hell I promise I'll never forget again I'm so sorry my love.." she whispered and held her closer to her chest, the shaky girl calming down, laying her head on Phoenix's chest, listening to her heartbeat as they intertwined hands, "I love you so much Valentine, I'm so sorry.." she spoke softly as she rubbed her back, "I love you too.." she looked up and smiled softly at her girlfriend before pressing a peck against her lips. "Want me to order your favorite food and I'll attempt to bake you a cake?" She asked sweetly, Valentine cooed and played with her hair, "My love.. you'll burn the dormitory down I'll stick to my cupcake." They both giggled as she reached for the small treat "Happy birthday dear.."

-Admin K (I got lazy and tired I'm so sorry)

#oc stuff #@keep pretending you love me #oc #ocs #oc tag #headcanon #oc headcanon #oc headcanons #angst #one shot #oc couple #canon #lesfic #wlw ship #wlw ocs

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sinning-23 · 3 years

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Sleep Headcanons

Arcane simps lets gooooo

Sevika

-she doesn't get a lot of sleep (fucking thanks a lot Silco)

-when she does she make sure you're tucked close to her.

-hates sleeping on her mechanic arm because it makes a loud whirring noise

-likes slinging one arm over you, or having contact with you in some way

-please play with her hair, she got it pulled back 24/7 I know she got a headache from it

-talks in her sleep'

-snores

Silco

-bad bitches have sleep apnea

-rarely sleeps, because bad bitches also handle business

-can't seem to get comfortable when he sleeps so he's always tossing and turning.

-expect to wake up with him draped over the side of the bed somehow.

-will never admit that he sleeps like a fucking psycho and wears socks to bed

-has a skincare routine before he sleeps (I don't make the rules)

-quite literally "one eye open when I'm sleeping"

-has night terrors and won't tell you about it. Kinda hurts but you respect that you aren't on that level with him yet

Mel

-sleeps like a fucking vampire

-cannot sleep without drinking milk first

...weirdo shit

-either sleeps with the lights on or something playing

-goes to bed early like the bad bitch she is. Beauty sleep is essential

-sleeps naked

-fetal position

-for the love of gods don't wake her up unless you have a death wish

-also talks in her sleep

-big cuddler

-will probably roll over on top of you

-HEAVY sleeper

-will get upset about the blanket ratio

"you have more blanket than me! Look!"

-prefers to be the big spoon

-kisses your nose if you fall asleep first

-always has the ac blasting and it never bothers her but you're over there looking like frosty the god damn snowman

-yawns really loud for emphasis of how tired she is

Viktor

-AS STATED BEFORE...BAD! BITCHES! HANDLE! BUSINESS!

therefore he doesn't sleep much

-will make you drag him to bed

-puts up a fuss about nir needing sleep and something about 'science never sleeping'

-passes out as soon as he hits the pillow

-I feel like he wears a bonnet lmao I can't get that out my head

-also has a skincare routine. he doesn't do it often but when he does its serious business

I'm talking serums and oils and 4 different cleaners with 2 separate exfoliants

-always says "sweet dreams my love" and kisses your cheek

Vander

-SOUNDS LIKE A DAMN VOLCANO WHEN HE SNORES

-BOMBS IT SOUNDS LIKE BOMBS

-and then there's a long silence and you have to play the

"is he dead right now" game before he snores again

-loves to have you fall asleep on his chest

-can sleep without blankets, they always end up on the floor anyway since he kicks them off so much

-holds your hand when you fall asleep

-surprisingly light sleeper, he usually scared himself away with that fucking ANIMAL snoring

Jinx

-has nightmares

-doesn't like sleeping sometimes so she'll just stay awake for days

-"jinx please go to bed"

"nah

-when you can get her to lay down she clings to you

-loves being little spoon

-lots and lots and lots of pilloes and blankets

-talks a LOT in her sleep

"take the piza out the dishwasher "

"huh?...oh shes sleep"

Ekko

-can sleep almost anywhere

-sleeps on his stomach and gets mad when his chest hurts the next day from being compressed on it

-durag...need I say more? matching bonnets anyone?

-also snores but its very rare

-drools but won't admit it

"Okay then what is this? this big ass wet stop where your FACE is"

"I don't know what you're talking about. maybe it rained?"

"over your face? inside the room?

"yes"

-makes sure you have water by your side of the bed in case you get thirsty at 3 am.

#ekko #silco #jinx #mel medarda #sevika #vander #viktor #headcannons #sleep #cute #semisad?#comfort characters #arcane

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

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couldyoustay · 2 years

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Drawn Together [Ch. 3]

pairing: bruce wayne x gn!reader

premise: An up and coming Gotham artist keeps running into trouble. Good thing there's vigilantes and awkward billionaires to help them out.

[a little slice of life slow burn with battinson- fluff and self indulgent soft touches abound]

warnings: very mild spoilers, some violence and cursing, attempted kidnapping and assault, blood and injury, stitches, mature themes

extras: reader is gender neutral, reader is an artist, Bruce Wayne is touch starved, Gotham has an art scene, probably ooc but i'm having fun

chapters: 5 // word count: ~24k

Read it on AO3

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 4 | chapter 5

CHAPTER 3

Alfred had indeed sorted out dinner, the smells of cooking once again drawing you from your room.

“It’s too much, Alfred!” you laughed, sitting with the smiling man and taking in the feast he’d prepared before you two. Lemon chicken and angel hair pasta, diced potatoes and sun dried tomatoes, salads and soup, even fresh bread.

“Nonsense!” he chittered, moving things around and passing you tongs and all manner of bowls and trays. “It’s not every day I get to put the kitchen to good use…Master Wayne never eats much- and I’d hate for my culinary skills to grow rusty,” he grinned.

The two of you dug in. Alfred inquired about your work and you regaled him with projects and tales of your adventures through Gotham’s art scene- which is about as wild as it sounds. By the time you had eaten your fill and moved onto dessert (the madman had been baking a pie the whole time), the conversation had wandered back to the past, seemingly where Alfred’s mind tended to go after long days- or apparently a few glasses of wine.

“Used to be so much more help around here! But of course we had much more to entertain. Yes, but by the time the Young Master came to be of age and the last of his tutors were free of their contracts, not even the oldest maids could stand the gloom of the place,” he went on, glass of wine sloshing in his hand.

“So…Bruce was alone?” You asked, your tired head picking up from its resting place on your crossed arms on the table. The sadness you’d studied in Bruce’s eyes held years of loneliness. Of anger, you were sure, and despair after something so traumatic.

“Indeed…except for me of course,” he added, clearing his throat. His eyes had a wet shine.

“Why stay?” The words simply fell out of your mouth and you immediately regretted prying. “If you don’t mind me asking..” you said quickly.

He shook his head gently, as if to say not at all. After a pause, he spoke slowly. “I had a promise to keep to the elder Master Wayne. And I do not take my word lightly.”

You stared at him, almost seeing the invisible barriers around this man, speculating at all the sacrifice and loss that had made him loyal and kind to a fault, but solemn for the rest of his days. He cleared his throat again and smiled at you apologetically.

“Look at me- here I am talking your ear off about old times when you’re sure to be tired.”

“No- Alfred, really..!”

“Let me get that for you.” He began removing plates and trays, shooing you away as you attempted to help him at the sink.

“Well everything was absolutely delicious, thank you so much.”

“You’re most welcome, y/n,” he smiled. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No, really, thank you.”

“Feel free to make yourself at home.”

“I’d like to take a look around the gardens- if that’s alright.”

“Of course, of course,” said Alfred, looking pleased. “Take the main elevator to the 14th floor and follow the hallway all the way down, you can’t miss them.”

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You’d followed Alfred’s instructions down to the 14th floor, finding yourself between two opposing doorways- one to an indoor greenhouse and one to an open air garden. You opted for the garden, wanting some fresh air. You stepped out, a cool breeze brushing across your face, and looked over the dizzying maze of topiary bordered by small, gnarled trees- not yet showing signs of withering from the oncoming winter’s chill but would no doubt soon be.

You walked through a wide main corridor, lined with overgrown but beautiful wildflowers, bordered contrastingly by meticulously manicured hedges. You wondered at who could be maintaining all of this- surely not Alfred. But the man’s devotion to the household seemed to hold no qualms. Bruce was lucky to have someone like that on his side.

Bruce. What did he think he was trying to pull? He'd better not be out there putting himself in danger. But he’d been far too cryptic with his plans for your liking. He wasn’t the fighter type, surely. And he seemed the charmer type even less.

Your thoughts were suddenly swimming with worst-case scenarios and you quickly found yourself a bench to sit and be hopelessly nervous. Should I call him? No, that’s a terrible idea, who knows what kind of smoky backroom he’s wormed his way into. Would he have left some kind of indication of his plan somewhere? His room? The study? You hated feeling so helpless here.

Your eyes wandered up into the sky. A rare break in Gotham’s cloud cover- those stars were up there winking at you again. You felt a tug in your chest as you thought about your place here, in this hollowed out manor, sitting perched above the city like a gargoyle. You closed your eyes and breathed in the rich, earthy scent from the dirt, the lingering ozone you’d always associate with this city. The sounds of Gotham’s streets sounded muffled and far away from up here.

So it was all the more startling when that quiet was interrupted by a heavy thud from above, your eyes snapping open. The balcony, surely- off from the large ballroom, the one that looked over the gardens. You stood and strained your neck to try and peer through the marble railing.

“Alfred?” You called. No reply. You became suddenly alarmed that the man had stumbled on his rounds through the house. You hurried to the elevators, making your way back up to the main floor and through the halls, the darkened ballroom rushing to meet you as you swiftly dashed through, flinging open the glass doors.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes fell upon a dark mass collapsed onto the balcony’s floor. A scream began building in your throat as a pair of eyes glinted from the swath of black fabric and your feet stumbled back. Then came a choked gasp- your name on rattled breath- before the figure slumped before you. Light caught on two devilish points and a thick cape, your eyes finally able to make sense of the sight before you.

“Batman…” you breathed, crouching beside him in an instant. What the hell was he doing here of all places? Hands shaking, you nudged his shoulder to the side. Christ, he was heavy. Your hand splayed on his marred chest plates, trying to turn him over. And do what?? Check his pulse? His whole body was covered.

“Hey=“ you began, shaking him gently when suddenly, you realized the hand on his side was wet. You pulled it away, breath hitching at the sight of his blood, dark and sickeningly warm on your skin.

“ALFRED!!” you cried, your own voice sounding far away as pressure rang in your ears. The next few moments were blurs, the two of you somehow grappling the masked man inside. The next thing you knew, he was groaning half-conscious on the dining room table- where you’d just shared a lovely meal no less- bleeding onto the mahogany.

“Alfred we- we need to stop the bleeding-“ you stammered, being handed an armful of towels. The butler whirled around you, bringing supplies from across the house and spilling them onto the table. He hovered over Batman and with a few quick latches, removed the plating and was slicing open an undershirt.

“I need you to apply pressure.” He said it so matter-of-factly to you, offering no explanations. Not that there was time for any, but you caught something deeply worried behind his eyes.

As you pressed the cloth to the Batman’s side, you felt him stir- a sharp intake of breath and a pained gasp as he jerked away from you. A startling red bloomed onto the white cloth in your hands.

“Sir, I need you to lie still,” Alfred said firmly, holding him in place with a surprisingly strong grip. You kept up your efforts, the vigilante staying as still as he was able. The pain had caused him to resurface at least, you thought, catching his burning gaze for a moment. He almost seemed shocked, taking you all in disbelievingly as if you were some sort of apparition, before the man’s eyes squeezed shut in pain, his head lolling back.

“Hold on…” you murmured, “hold on.” Again, louder. “We’re gonna get you patched up..”

“Of course we are,” Alfred insisted gruffly, threading a surgical needle nearby. “Even if you are a bloody fool. I told you it was too soon,” he directed at Batman.

“Alfred…” warned the low voice from the table.

“And did your grand plan come to fruition, hmm?” Alfred said, an uncharacteristic venom in his tone. So they knew each other. Was this some kind of regular occurrence? Wayne Manor just open for the wayward injured vigilante?

“I took care of it.”

Alfred gave an exasperated sigh, handing over new wet towels. You dabbed them gently to the wound, relieved that the bleeding had lessened.

“You feel like you can just take on anything, huh?” Alfred wasn’t letting up. “Was it worth it?”

Batman grit his teeth. “Yes.” His chest rumbled with the word, practically growled. His eyes fell onto you and Alfred’s eyes widened, softening with understanding but still determinedly stern.

Pieces were snapping into place in your head with dizzying speed.

“Y-you..”

Those eyes looked up at you from the table, wary. Those goddamn eyes.

“You!” You said again with finality, pressing ointment into the wound and watching its burn cause the man laying before you- Bruce goddamn Wayne himself- to wince with a sick sort of satisfaction.

“You were the one who said those guys were from a larger group!” you said accusingly, rising to your feet.

“I know…”

“You said they had powerful friends!”

“I know!” He almost moved to sit up, crying out easing back to the table with a groan.

You huffed worriedly and Alfred relieved you of your position, urging you gently to Wayne’s side then taking your spot, peeling away cloth and readying the needle.

“I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing,” he mumbled after a moment of quiet. “…not after..” His eyes flicked upward to meet yours.

Your resolve all but crumbled beneath that gaze- as per usual. You gave a small scoff and looked away, ready to be as determined as Alfred at being angry with him. He’d put his life on the line for you. Not that this was an unusual occurrence with him. He’d been doing it every day- for the entire city. But this one had been personal. You’d seen it in the brewing storm in his eyes when he’d left hours ago. This vengeance was for your sake.

Wayne’s eyes were squeezed shut, wincing in pain with every insertion of the needle by Alfred’s careful and clearly practiced hand.

“Wayne..” you began, but he cut you off with soft laughter punctuated with pain.

“I think.. we’re well past formalities.” His grin came out as more of a grimace.

You swallowed hard but said nothing, reaching slowly for his helmet. He made no move to stop you, only watching you intently now, so you continued. He seemed to need something else to focus on besides the pain anyway.

Your hands found the sides of the headpiece, prying the tight material up from his head. Slick hair fell to his forehead and you watched his eyes fall closed in relief. Think black paint was smeared around his eyes. Added to his already pale skin, which had only been desaturated further due to blood loss, gave his face a frightening, skeletal appearance. You watched the hitched rise and fall of his chest as Alfred worked diligently.

You reached for a gloved hand with your own. Wayne took it without a word, his eyes still squeezed shut.

By the time Alfred had finished, Bruce seemed to be just barely conscious.

“Master Wayne?” said the butler gently.

“Bed.” he replied weakly, an arm thrown over his face.

“Wouldn’t you rather-“

“Bed.” He insisted, letting his stoic expression fall as he removed his arm, showing just how pained and tired he was. You looked to the butler.

“We should get him to his room,” said a weary Alfred, scrubbing the blood from his hands in the sink. You merely nodded. The two of you hoisted Bruce up under his arms and he limped his way down the long hallway to his room, suppressing groans of pain. Alfred opened the large doors and the two of you helped Bruce into bed.

“Thank you for all your help, y/n,” said Alfred sincerely, looking over Bruce like a concerned parent. “Please get some sleep- I’ll get him sorted,” he assured you.

You found yourself nodding again, unsure what to say. Hell, what were you supposed to say to everyone tomorrow? You turned to go and felt a gloved hand catch yours. The hair on the back of your neck prickled hearing your name rumble through Bruce’s chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, eyes glinting in the dim light of the room.

You couldn’t help but smile sadly, continuing to be perplexed by this man. “I’m the one who should be thanking you..” You squeezed his hand and gently let it go, taking your leave. You hoped he’d get some rest- the bags under his eyes had already told you he wasn’t normally inclined to.

Back in your room, you tried to get some sleep yourself. But after a considerable amount of tossing and turning, you realized your efforts were in vain.

You huffed and shoved the plush duvet away, climbing out of bed. Gotham glittered below you in the night, looking quiet and beautiful from far away. You sighed and grabbed your empty water glass from the bedside table, creeping down the hall to refill it.

As you pad your way back, you swear you hear a soft thud coming from Wayne’s room down the hall. You paused in your tracks, listening for anything else.

Silence.

Could it have been your imagination? No, there it was again. You put your glass back in your room and tiptoed toward the large set of doors. You felt like a creep leaning in and listening intently. But what if he was hurt? What if whatever he was dealing with back in the city had followed him home? You couldn’t wait any longer after hearing a sharp cry of pain from behind the doors.

“Bruce? Bruce!!” You hissed, rushing through the doors and taking in the dark room before you.

Pieces of his Batman armor were strewn about the floor. His sheets looked as if they had been dragged together in a path from the bed to the master bath, flecked in places with dark red. You scampered to the bath and skidded to a halt in the doorway. Wayne was on the floor in boxers, fumbling with a box of bandaids with shaking hands, half the contents of his cabinets strewn about him. His head snapped up at you as you came into view, his gaze already defensive in preparation for the worst but softening to something like embarrassment when he realized it was you.

“Uh-“ you stammered, feeling a hot blush threaten to creep up your collar as you immediately regretted busting into his room. “I just…wanted to make sure you were ok..” you tried, looking sheepish.

Bruce looked like he wanted to disappear in that moment but soon lowered his head, his shoulders shaking with repressed laughs.

“Alfred was right. I do want to get cleaned up. But everything hurts,” he laughed weakly. “I barely made it in here.”

Now that his armor was removed, you really got to see how beat up he was. His skin was a patchwork of bruises and abrasions, dried blood caking cuts you hadn’t even seen before under the suit’s dark material.

“Fuck…” you breathed.

“I know- I look like shit..” he smirked, looking exhausted.

“No! I mean well yes but- argh c’mon, let’s just get you cleaned up. If you can barely stand I’ll draw you a bath..” you said quickly, getting up to do just that.

His eyes followed you around but he was silent. Once the water was running in Wayne’s fancy-ass claw-foot tub and you’d decided the temperature was acceptable, you headed back to him. He was making another attempt to stand, still clutching the bandaids. You swiped the box from him and set it on the counter, giving him an exasperated glare.

“Just hold on a second!” you helped hoist him up like before, taking his arm around your shoulder. “Don’t go hurting yourself more…you wouldn’t want me to wake Alfred and have him do another round of stitches, would you?”

“N-no,” he grimaced, your shoulder digging into a purpling bruise on his ribs.

“Sorry,” you said gingerly, adjusting yourself slightly.

He didn’t look it under those thick overcoats but shit, he was built. It wasn’t an easy feat limping him across the marble toward the bath, the water steaming up his frigid room. You leaned him up against the side of the tub and quickly shut off the water before it got too high. You stood there expectantly for a moment and he stared at you awkwardly.

“Are.. you gonna-“

“Oh!” Your face flushed and you turned around in an instant. You were grateful to turn your tomato-red face away as he took off what was left of his clothes and climbed gingerly into the tub.

You could hear hisses of pain as the hot water and soap kissed his scrapes and he sank into the tub with a groan of relief.

You turned slowly, nervous and suddenly filled with thoughts that the two people you’d been thinking about most in the past couple of weeks were in fact one person. And he was right in front of you. Naked. Thanks brain. You shook your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts.

“Temperature okay?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Mmmm…” Bruce rumbled in reply. His head leaned back on the edge of the tub and his eyes drooped closed.

“Hey,” you called, grabbing a low stool from the vanity and a washcloth from the cabinet. You wet the cloth in the sink and came to sit beside him. “If you fall asleep in the tub I won’t be able to get you out,” you laughed softly. “Stay with me, Bruce.” You went to work on his raccoon eyes, wiping away at the grease paint. A small smile tugged up at the corners of his lips as you did so.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s.. it’s nice to hear you say my name,” he said quietly.

You cursed the pattering of your heart, trying to concentrate on removing the makeup. Your other hand rested on the side of his face. The intimacy reddened your cheeks and you were thankful Bruce’s eyes were closed.

There were a million questions racing through your mind, a million things you wanted answered, but the man before you looked so burned out, you figured you’d spare him the interrogation for tonight. You just wanted to be here for him right now. You hoped that was what he needed.

After a bit, you pulled away the washcloth and sighed.

“Did you get it?” Bruce mumbled, flashing that tired smirk.

“As much as I could,” you chuckled. “It’s alright- the eyeliner look suits you.”

He breathed a soft laugh, his eyes half-lidded and staring right at you. There was a question there, but his weariness wouldn't allow him to put it to words.

After steeling yourself for a pause, you reached out and pushed his slick hair back off his forehead, exposing the sharp panes of his features. You waited for a reproach but Wayne merely closed his eyes. You swear you heard a broken sigh. You continued in that way, running soap and water through his hair and checking what you could of the rest of his injuries, helping when he seemed to be straining. The silence between you no longer felt awkward but of a tired comfort. Gently, your hands brushed over his skin, a feather-light touch across a map of bruises.

Just when you were almost certain he’d fallen asleep, he shifted, sitting up. Water cascaded in droplets from his hair and shoulders.

His voice came out softly.

“I think I can manage…” he began, “..you don’t…have to leave.” Fumbling with his words but clearly trying to make sure you wouldn’t be uncomfortable, you couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“Right- just.. call if you need anything,” you said with a nod and wandered back to the bedroom. Seeing the state of the floor again, you attempted to gather the pieces of the Batsuit into a corner and tore off the bloodied middle sheets entirely. After some rummaging around in the closet, you tossed a few blankets onto the bed.

Bruce emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring. His head bowed as he limped into the room and began rummaging in his dresser. Your eyes wandered across his scarred back, watching his muscles ripple with each movement. He looked up before going back to the bathroom with a wad of clothes in hand, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You’re sweet.”

The door clicked shut softly behind him.

From the very edge of the bed where you sat perched, hardly daring to sit anywhere further in, your heart pounded in your chest. Get a grip, y/n!! You told yourself. You were still a guest and these…strange circumstances didn’t give you any special permissions. He’d let you touch him, though. You wondered if he’d do it again.

Bruce emerged some minutes later, clad in a loose-fitting black t-shirt and sweats. The lights from the bathroom illuminated him from behind for a moment before he clicked them off, the room suddenly plunging into darkness. You blinked and your eyes took a moment to adjust. The city glowed from under a light nighttime haze, casting the only source of light onto the floor and up across the bed in dim rectangles.

You felt the mattress sag from the other side as Bruce climbed into bed. He stifled his groans as he laid down, his breaths labored in the pressing silence.

“Will you stay? Just for a little while…” That low voice rolled over you like a wave, pulling you toward him.

You smiled to yourself, easing back until you laid parallel with him.

“Course.”

You lay facing him, your eyes finally able to make out his form under the blankets. He lay on his back, one hand placed gingerly atop the bandaged wound at his side, the other raking through his damp hair. His head turned to face you and his dark eyes glinted with the glow from the windows.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you say, relief pouring into your words. You remembered the tightness in your chest earlier, not knowing where Bruce was or if he was alright. It had turned out you didn’t fully know who Bruce was either. Suddenly your thoughts were all catching up to you at once.

“Oh god..” you mumbled. You felt a flush of embarrassment rush through you.

“Hmm?”

“This whole time…it’s been you this whole time.. In the alleyway, in front of the Arts Center…at my apartment!”

He gave a low breathy laugh, “Ohh, that.. you do seem to have a habit for getting yourself into trouble.” You could hear the smile he wore saying those words. “Unless that was all just to meet the Batman.”

“Ohhh god, and then at the gala.. my drawings…” A burning blush crept into your cheeks.

He chuckled at that. “I gotta admit, I was flattered. And curious who could’ve gotten so close. And then, there you were again- and everything made sense.”

“Stoppppp,” you groaned, having buried your face in a large pillow. Welp, it was all there, out in the open now.

“It…it’s strange having someone know the truth. But I’m glad it’s you.”

You peered out at him, turning your head slightly to the side. “The things you do…”

“It’s dangerous, I know. But this city isn’t going to get better with us just sitting around. People need something to hold onto. Need to realize they have the power to do something, too.”

You smiled at him, shaking your head slightly. After a pause, you sighed.

“Alright Mr. Vigilante. But you’d better promise to be careful,” you said, knowing the absurdity of your request given his line of work, but meaning it all the same.

He chuckled softly, “Fine then, deal.” He offered his hand out between you two. You took it in both your hands and the two of you shook on it, a small laugh drawn from your throat. You found yourself continuing to hold on after, tracing your fingertips across his large hand. Calloused palms and battered knuckles gave way to long, bony fingers as you marveled at the gentleness of hands that could enact such violence. Bruce watched you silently, not daring to move an inch.

His gaze caught yours and you felt yourself shrinking before those stormy eyes. They seemed to be studying you, calculating, and you were suddenly very aware of what you were doing.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, looking down and releasing his hand, but just as quickly he tensed his hand and closed his fingers firmly around yours. Your eyes snapped back up to his and there it was again- that silent question. His other hand reached over you slowly, coming to rest behind your head. A thrill ran through you. You remembered that feeling- from your first encounter that night in the alleyway. His touch was achingly gentle this time around. You could feel him slowly pulling you towards him. Your heart pounded in your chest. You came to rest startlingly close, his forehead pressed gently against your own. His eyes were shut and you watched the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply.

That invisible barrier between the two of you was crumbling but you were afraid to ask for too much. You watched Bruce’s exhausted body slacken and drift off into sleep, his breaths slowing and his hold on you going limp.

You’d done as he’d asked. Now you’d let him sleep.

You slipped out from under Bruce’s arm and took one last look there in the dark. In sleep, his face had an ease to it you’d never seen in waking hours. He looked strange without his permanently furrowed brow, those serious eyes. You sighed and hoped he’d sleep well into tomorrow. He needed time to recover.

You left the room silently, closing the large door with a soft click. Back in your own room, you felt the ghost of him against you. You tried to get some sleep, thoughts awash with a touch gentle enough to make you cry.

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phoebe-delia · 3 years

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Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

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bonnymori · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

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deerestapologies · 3 years

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5 times you called him by a pet name + one time he called you by a pet name

(Diluc + Zhongli x GN!Reader)

Diluc

1. "Oh, hey hon." You greet mildly.

The candles have begun burning a bit low, the long shadows making his pout even more obvious.

"I apologize, I was held up for longer than anticipated."

He produces a small bouquet from his coat, a cluster of wildflowers, and approaches like he's about to give an offering instead of a gift. He kneels by your chair, face stoic as usual, but you can see the worry and shame in his eyes.

You twirl the stems to absorb their delicate scent, and then carefully drop them in your water glass. You cup his face in your hands, and press a kiss to his brow.

"It's okay." You kiss his brow again, "I am not mad." You kiss his nose. "I am hungry though."

You laugh lightly at his rush to sit across from you. An evening eating cold roast was worth being able to spend it with him.

2. "I understand your frustration, but perhaps we had best move on." You place a hand on his crossed arms.

"Their behavior was unacceptable, especially for those who would call themselves knights."

The stubborn clench of his jaw tells you just how angry he is. The idiots were lucky to have only gotten the verbal bludgeoning earlier instead of the literal one he wanted to dish out.

"Yes, but you've already made them apologize, and they do seem repentant," the fool knights in training nod frantically, "so why not leave this mess for Kaeya, darling?"

He sighs, but loosens his posture to wrap a protective arm around you. The hell the Knights were going to catch for this was still to come, but at least no one lost any limbs. Yet.

3. Tucked into your pile of pillows, book in hand, you waited as you do most nights. Diluc had a late meeting scheduled after dinner, but he promised it was truly to do with the winery and not of the vigilante variety.

So you bide your time, until you hear his heavy boots come up the stairs.

"I'm home." He calls softly.

"Welcome back." You say just as softly.

He goes through the motions of undressing, refreshing himself, and redressing without missing a beat, but his posture seems wilted. You mark your page, and turn over the blanket for him.

"How did it go?"

He heaves a deep sigh, and crawls over to you. Pulling you close, he lays his head on your chest but doesn't say another word.

"Oh, sweetness." You embrace him, one hand holding his face and the other in his hair. "It's okay. I've got you."

4. You lengthen your steps, but the increased pace doesn't seem to deter the boy following you. He isn't dangerous per se, but his persistence is damned annoying.

"But, if you'll just listen," he jogs back up to your side, "I just need your help for a little while!"

"I am neither a Knight nor an Adventurer," you cut him off with a sharp wave of your hand, "And you have nothing I want. Now leave me be."

He sputters, "M-master Diluc said-"

As if he's had his tongue plucked out, he suddenly stops talking.

You turn around only to find Diluc himself, a stifling hand on the kid's shoulder. His face is a stoic mask as always, but his energy is thunderous.

"I agreed to help you out of deference to your mother, but you," You see the boy wince as the hand tightens, "failed to listen to a word I said. Harassing my staff and my partner has only earned you banishment from all of my properties. Now go, before I report you to the Knights as well."

You both stand stock still as the boy sprints from the winery back to Mondstadt proper.

"Your going to report him anyways, right?" You mumble, after he is just a speck on the horizon.

"Of course," He finally relaxes his stance to look at you, "Though I doubt Jean will be happy about it."

Your chuckle, already imagining her face when the letter reaches her desk. Heaving a sigh, just grateful for the problem to have moved on, you grab Diluc's hand.

"Thank you," You pull him into a tight hug, "for protecting me as always, angel."

5. You gently rap on the door frame to his office. He looks up from his work just long enough to give you a soft smile.

"I was wondering," You lean against the frame, avoiding actually entering lest you get sucked in as well, "If my dear husband was going to come to bed tonight?"

The bright lamp on his desk means you see his blush even from across the room. He huffs an embarrassed laugh, but starts shuffling paperwork into orderly piles.

"I hadn't realized the time, my apologies."

You hum, "It is understandable. But I cannot rest if you are not in bed with me."

You watch as he tucks away his tools, pulls his gloves off, and undoes the tie in his hair, all with a much to pleased smirk on his face.

He pulls you into a delicate, lingering kiss with a hand on your neck. The warmth of his skin makes you shiver. You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms.

He chuckles, "Well, I would hate to neglect my husbandly duties."

1. The lingering warmth from your bath and the softness of the sheets has you dozing in minutes. You toss a hand onto Diluc's side of the bed, wanting to be present when he comes to bed as well but the ache of a long day is catching up to you.

After several moments you feel a calloused hand grasp your own. You are too tired to properly see, but feel the dip as he climbs into bed.

Still holding your hand in a delicate grip, he presses a kiss to your palm, and then your cheek.

"Sleep, my love, I am here."

Zhongli

1. Zhongli re-enters the house not even ten minutes after leaving. He is patting down his jacket and looking about the entryway in wonder, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Forget something?"

"Yes," he plants his hands on his hips, "I can't seem to find my wallet. I could have sworn I remembered it this time."

You get up from where you were leisurely awaiting his return, and snag the 'disappearing' wallet from where he left it on the table.

"Not quite, old man." You wave it, teasing.

"Ah, of course."

Tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, you tug him closer to plant a kiss on his flushed cheek.

"My apologies, it seems I was a bit distracted this morning."

He tucks a piece of hair away from your face, gaze so blatantly loving you can't help but crash your lips against his. Damn whatever appointment he may have, he shouldn't be so handsome in your direction.

2. It is not every day you wake up before him, so you try to make the most of it. You prepare his clothes for the day, just so you can pick out your favorite of his shirts. You start a light breakfast, and brew an energizing blend of tea for both of your sake.

You spend some time simply waiting at the table, content to sip your tea and watch the morning birds.

When the soft shuffle of feet brings Zhongli into the kitchen, you stand up. He is mostly dressed, minus his tie and shoes, jacket loose around his shoulders.

You steer him to the table, and press a kiss to his cheek when seated.

He hums contentedly, still a bit sleepy, "Good morning."

You pour him a cup of tea as well, and his smile grows a bit wider. He tilts his head up, "Thank you."

You meet him half way, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, "Of course dearest. Do you have anything pressing today?"

A hand comes to rest on your hip, preventing you from moving back to your seat.

"No, nothing more important than this."

3. Squished between the mattress and the press of his body, you couldn't imagine being more content. The warmth, the scent, the feel of his breath ghosting across your skin.

You run a reverent hand through his hair, spread loose over his back. It seems impossible for you to be this happy, like you would only read about in unrealistic fantasies.

Amber eyes are already watching you, when you open yours. His gaze is soft, unbearably so, so you look at the ceiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He answers it so easily, as if it is among the many universal truths that exist in his head.

"You must understand," You wet your nervous mouth, "I mean it. Truly, I love you."

You feel his head tilt in confusion, but power on, emotions spilling.

"You are my starlight. My life would be unimaginably dark without you. I am scared constantly by the sway you have over me, but I cannot stand the idea of living without you. I want be here with you, forever, no matter the cost."

You squeeze your eyes shut against the flood of tears that threaten to spill, waiting for his polite retreat. His body lifts off yours and you pull a shuddering breath in, unused to laying yourself bare in this way. He could end you now, destroy you by just walking away.

But you feel tremoring hands grasp your face, almost too tightly. He doesn't say a word, can't, but presses his forehead to yours.

4. "Zhongli?" You call into the empty hum of the parlor, hoping it will carry to his office. It's not far, but he gets absorbed in his work easily.

You lean out the door a bit, and try to project your voice more, "Hey, honey?"

The door to his office clicks open, and his head pokes out. "Do you need assistance?"

"Yes, please," you adjust the pile of books in your arms, "Would you mind grabbing this other pile? A client requested reference material from just about every era, and I don't think I have the wing span to carry all of it."

He presses a quick kiss to your head, and scoops up the remaining books with no problem.

"Of course, would you like me to relieve you of those as well?"

"Not a chance, show off, you're gonna have to deal with the doors."

As if to prove your point, he balances the stack in one hand to hold the front door open for you, smile only slightly smug.

5. Given how busy your lives were, and his propensity for letting time fly, you figured he would forget again. It would not be the first anniversary he forgot, and you imagine it wouldn't be the last.

It's not like you could hold it against him, especially not when he was so earnest and loving all year round.

So your surprise was genuine when he led you, dressed in his best, to a private booth at Liuli Pavilion.

The food was made by the head chef, as a show of gratitude for Zhongli's long patronage (you send a quiet thank you to Childe), and the service superb. The evening is relatively quiet, you converse as normal but with the additional soppiness that comes from acknowledging romance.

You are especially glad for the privacy when you cannot help but practically ravish the man over the table, his face being too handsome to bear just looking at.

Shortly after, he looks at you with burning eyes, and finally says, "I am quite full. Perhaps we should head home."

"That sounds perfect."

You continue to stare, sappy and sated, as he blindly pats at his pockets, equally unwilling to look away.

After several moments, it dawns on you, and then immediately on him.

You can't help it. You laugh. Hysterically, because no matter what Zhongli is Zhongli.

He's standing now, flustered like you've never seen, pacing the room as if his wallet would be anywhere but the table at home.

"This was not my intent." He huffs, "I had planned the evening meticulously."

"And it was lovely," You choke back another laugh, "But, sugar, you are not living this down for the rest of our lives!"

You are laughing as you pull out your own wallet, giggling uncontrollably as you hand over all the money on your person, and can barely walk you're so light headed when he leads you out the door.

He doesn't once let you go, from the pavilion's steps to your front door. Indulgent to the end, your man.

1. It is always a pleasant surprise when your errands overlap. Working nearly in conjunction makes it happen quite often, but still, it makes your day brighter.

You have just finishing bartering your lunch into existence when you spot Zhongli headed your way. Quickly, you slip the chef a few more mora to add another dish.

He is at your side in an instant, bringing your hand to his lips in that coquettish way he has.

"There you are," he lowers your hand but does not drop it, "I've been looking for you, treasure."

You twine your fingers together, relishing the warmth. You snug up to his side, taking the liberty of placing his hand on your hip just to see him blush.

"Have you now?"

"Always."

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