#she's so freaking worried about him I just want someone to give her a hug and tell her its ok 😭

[darkmagyk]

63 mistaken for a couple. 77. Percabeth, of course.

77) In Vino Veritas

Thank you to @phykios for the inspiration!

Annabeth was an affectionate drunk. This was a well-known fact. Strawberry wine on a Summer night at camp. Mead during a Yule Feast, or Downeast when the Pats were in the playoffs. Annabeth became cuddly and smiley, and would tell people she loved them about 15 times a minute.

Piper knew that, and should probably had considered it before her friend had downed so many dirty martinis. Drunk Annabeth was fine for a normal girl’s night. But this was not just a normal girl’s night. It had evolved, from dinner to dancing to a lesbian bar where Annabeth swore she’d wingman Piper.

But now, 3 martinis deep, she keep hugging Piper, laying her had on Piper, kissing Piper’s cheek. Every time someone approached them, she was not effusive in her praise, telling everyone about how Piper was pretty and funny and fun. It was not having the effect she probably expected.

The first time a hot woman had come up and told Piper that her girlfriend was cute, she’d kind of laughed about it. The fifth time, she started to get worried.

“Are you and your girlfriend poly?” Ari, who had a sleeve abstract tattoos and an eyebrow ring, asked, nodding to Annabeth, who had just left Piper’s side to go back to the bar and probably get started on another martini, when this one inevitably flopped, Piper should head to the bar and ask the bar tender to just give her olive brine going forward. Annabeth wouldn’t mind that at all.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Piper said. Just in time for Annabeth to come back and throw and arm around Piper’s shoulders.

“She’s amazing,” Annabeth announced.

“Does she know that?” Ari asked, “I think you two have a lot to talk about.” And then nodded to Piper and walked away.

“Oh no,” Annabeth said. “You’re too good for her.”

Piper sighed, “What are the chances we have sex tonight?” Piper asked, thought she knew the answer.

Annabeth stepped back, like she’d been pushed, “What? I’m married.” She said, “You were at my wedding.” She said it like it was a reminder, like she was confused Piper had forgotten. “And you are very pretty, and very funny, and very nice. But Percy is prettier, and funnier, and nicer.” She reached out and patted at Piper’s head, not unlike how Piper had seen Annabeth do to her daughters, “you’ll find someone though. I know it. You’re wonderful.”

“Well, I want some pussy tonight, so I’m going to need you to stop scaring them off.”

“How could I scare them off? I keep talking about how great you are and how much I love you.”

“I’m calling Percy,” Piper said as her only answer.

Annabeth’s eyes lit up at his name “Oh, yes! You need to call Percy. I miss him so much. He would have fun with us.”

Piper wasn’t sure what Percy’s reaction to a lesbian bar would be. Given details Annabeth had shared in the past, probably just swapping tips for cunnilingus.

She dropped Annabeth off at the bar, and ordered her a martini glass full of brine and olives that she knew would keep Annabeth busy.

And then she called Percy, “Hey, she’s kind of drunk, can you come get her?”

“Is she ok?” He was clearly freaked out.

“She’s fine.” Piper said, “but she’s drunk and cuddly and its scaring off all the hot honeys in the bar.”

“Hot honeys?”

“Can you just come get her.”

“Let me see if Frederick can come watch the kids. He probably will.”

15 minutes later she got a text that said “On my way.” In that time, Annabeth had announced to a set of truly beautiful butches that she loved Piper and was so glad they met.

He could not get there soon enough.

Piper had managed to chill Annabeth’s declarations, mostly by way of a bowl of olives and plate of mozzarella sticks occupying her mouth instead of Annabeth driving away all the women Piper might be able to bring home tonight.

Where are you? Percy finally texted her.

And then it was about 30 seconds before she spotted him from the bar. Piper tapped Annabeth’s shoulder, and then pointed at Percy.

She let out a screech, and then ran to him, practically jumping on him. Percy caught her easily, and his own grin grew. Piper could tell that Annabeth was still eating, but she also pressed her lips to his.

And then hands started to wonder.

“Hi,” Piper turned to fine Ari back, looking at them, “Um…so you two really weren’t together?”

“Nope,” Piper said, “That’s what she looks like when she’s actually into someone.”

“Can I get you a drink.”

Piper glanced back at Percy and Annabeth, she saw one of his hands disappearing up and one down. She wondered if she should intervene, tell them to take their heterosexuality home. But figured they would figure it out. Or they wouldn’t.

“I would love that.”  

[made-ofmemories]

Oh man, Ellie and Joel this episode. That is her FATHER.

[hoe4hotchner]

Heyy! I had this idea with hotch

Imagine he’s dating a doctor but he hasn’t told anyone but Dave yet. And remember the fisher king episode when Spencer jumps from that bomb? So during a case hotch jumps from a bomb (he’s fine but he goes to the hospital anyway to check if everything is okay) and while he and the team is waiting on the doctor to check his wounds, guess who shows up? His furious girlfriend ready to freak out about her boyfriend dangerous work. And hotch just stays quiet and listens to her/them (you choose) and the team is just there watching their grumpy scary boss being scolded like a little kid.

Idk why but I loved the idea of the scary grumpy unit chief hotch being so whipped for his partner that he doesn’t even argue when she’s/they're mad at him :)

I love this idea!!! I had to stop myself I could've made it into a whole thing hehehe.

A/N: I swear to god me and a few CM writers had this discussion years ago and I don't remember what the conclusion of Hotch's middle name ended up being. If anyone remembers please remind me ;)

Link to my requests

The team sat in the exam room, all tense after the recent case. Hotch seated on the bed in the middle, waiting to be discharged. Except for a few burn wounds on his right arm, he was otherwise fine.

“You know, Hotch, you could’ve just asked for a day off. Jumping on a bomb seems a bit extreme,” Morgan chuckled, breaking the silence while trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hotch replied, his voice stoic as usual.

Suddenly, a door at the end of the hall burst open, and a voice echoed through the corridor. “AARON JAMES HOTCHNER!” You stormed into his room, eyes blazing with fury. “What on earth were you thinking?”

Before Hotch had the chance to respond, you continued, “Jumping on a bomb? Do you have any idea how reckless that was? You could’ve been killed!”

“Did she just call him Aaron?” Emily whispered to JJ.

“I think she did,” JJ murmured back, both of them wide-eyed.

Rossi tried to stifle a grin, while the rest of the team watched in shock, realizing for the first time that Hotch was dating a doctor.

“And don’t you dare tell me it was part of the job! Your job is to stay alive so you can come home in one piece, not to play hero with your life!” You sighed, your anger giving way to worry. “Aaron, please… I can’t keep doing this if you’re going to keep risking your life like this. I need you to be careful.”

Hotch finally spoke, his voice low and sincere. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ll be more careful, I promise.” You hugged him, relieved that he was okay.

The team exchanged glances, a mixture of surprise and amusement on their faces. This was a side of Aaron Hotchner they’ve never seen before.

“You better be,” you said firmly. “And next time, you call me as soon as you’re in the hospital. I don’t want to hear about it from someone else.”

You give him a pointed look before exiting the room, leaving the team in stunned silence.

After a moment, Morgan was the first to break the quiet. “Hotch, you didn’t tell us you were dating a doctor,” he said with a grin on his lips.

“I didn’t think it was relevant.”

“Not relevant?” Emily chimed in, in disbelief. “Hotch, they just chewed you out in front of the whole team. I think it’s pretty relevant.”

Hotch just shrugs, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

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[cannellee]

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

alpha! Mikey x omega! Reader

— tokyo revengers a/b/o headcanons

tw : mikey's a perv, outdoor sex.

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(thank you so much anon!! I'm so happy you like my blog, thank you for keeping me motivated!!🫶🏼 I also included nsfw headcanons here since I had 2 other requests for alpha mikey which included this)

I think alpha mikey's main trait is that he's extremely protective.

he's protective but not in an overwhelming way, he's way more subtle than baji can be for example. glaring at anyone when you got your back turned, but he's giving you an angel face when you face him.

mikey's a walking warning for everyone and alphas know better than to challenge him.

you might think mikey is a passive type of lover, unbothered and going with the flow. people could think that you're the one leading the relationship but you're not.

as long as you're not hurting yourself or others are not bothering you, it's all good.

but a no from mikey is a no, and a firm one at that. no negotiations or compromises : mikey's your alpha and he knows better.

and that's why you trust him! you listen well and he loves that about you.

you're such a docile omega! mikey's melting everytime you obey him so quickly without questioning any of his words.

but he has to admit there's something about you being bratty that amuses him.

he loves to see you act all big and sassy : it makes him want to show just who is in charge!

but mikey's very soft. don't misinterpret his assertiveness as him being controlling. he cares about you and your opinions more than anything.

he takes your thoughts into account so much that a simple word from you could have him doubt himself.

he's anxious and always stressing over his capabilities of fulfilling his duty as your alpha.

this worry alone pushes him to do his very best at looking after you.

when you first met mikey, he knew you were gonna be his. he couldn't have it any other way. you were just so perfect for him : his complete opposite, a breath of fresh air.

if you had a partner when you met, you should have been ready to say bye to him because mikey was not letting you go around with someone that wasn't him.

one might think mikey's not attentive, reliable or understanding and that he's a bit detached, but that's a misconception.

actually, mikey's really soft and cares for you so freaking much :(

he's a huge fan of skinship, hugs, hand holdies and anything of the sort.

he lives for the attention you give him! if you're ignoring him too much for his liking, especially when you're out with people, he will kindly remind you of his presence and casually spread his pheromones.

mikey can act cute all he wants, but once anyone gets a sniff of his scent, they'll be fleeing far from the both of you.

his scent is literally threatening to anyone that's not you.

of course you don't know that, mikey doesn't want to scare you off. but he can't help but get overly jealous sometimes!

and it works everytime : nobody wants to get on his bad side.

also, don't expect mikey to make you food, he's hopeless when it comes to cooking. but he will be buying you toneless of snacks and sweets though.

but make him food and he falls in love all over again. food is literally mikey's weak spot and there's just something about seeing his omega takes care of her alpha the best she can that is so endearing and cute to him.

asks you to spoon feed him and while you do he'll 100% make a mess purposely & ask you to clean his mouth yourself...

he's down bad and always touching you. there's something primitive in him which highlights his possessive instincts whenever you show yourself a bit vulnerable to him

as your alpha, he feels deeply touched that you're feeling safe enough to show this side of yourself and does everything he can to assure you that you can, in fact, trust him fully.

your small frame and doe eyes looking up at him make you look so delicate, it sparks up his protective instincts and a comfortable sense of purpose. knowing he has someone to come back home to, someone who'll always be waiting for him warms his heart.

mikey is all about staying inside : he's a lazy and cuddly alpha, he could bet he's in heaven when you let him lay his head on your lap while playing with his hair.

your nest is his favourite place. he's inside of it even when you're not, even adds his own little plushies and stuff, scents them and rearrange your nest.

you constantly nag him about it because you hate it when someone is moving your nest, even if it's him.

he apologizes and offers to make up for it by eating you out lol.

he has no shame and is dying for your touch. he loves the way you taste! your slick is filled with your fruity scent and makes his head dizzy.

if you were to let him, mikey would be fucking you 24/7 without a rest. he's just addicted like that<3

don't expect him to be slow and gentle, mikey likes it rough and so do you, luckily.

expect to wake up the next morning covered with bruises and bite marks : he likes it so much when your whole body is a reminder of how much you belong to him!

let him scent you and claim you the way he wants and you have the happiest mikey on earth!

but mikey'll take you out! he loves late night dates and watching sunsets with you <3

always gives you his scent covered coat to keep away both the cold and unwanted attention from you.

during your walks, mikey's body and mind are only focused on you. his senses are alert, he's careful and very observing. nope, you're not getting out of his sight tonight and nobody's getting too close to you.

but it doesn't stop him from being a perv.

you've learned not to wear skirts or dresses when you're out : his hands magically grab the hem of your skirt and flick it just to sneak a peek at your undergarments.

the embarrassment you feel is insane, but what's more insane is the pool that's forming between your legs everytime he does so.

your arousal is so strong it drives mikey mad and you're somehow still surprised when he appears to not be able to control himself.

"my sweet omega, be good for me and spread your legs".

he ends up fucking you in a dark alley, your panty pushed on the side and your skirt all the way up with your bare ass out.

you're bend over with your hands on the wall while he's pounding into you from behind just the way you need it!

he's fucking your brains out and you find yourself crying both from pleasure and the exciting fear of being caught.

once you've both cumed, he carries you back to the safe place of your home where he can please you properly. because you and your pleasure matter more than his >:(

(and also because your aroused smell is enough to attract all the alphas of the neighbourhood and mikey doesn't want to fight when he's too busy burying his cock inside your warm pussy).

your presence gives him so much peace, there's not a day he's not grateful to have you. you're the only one who can make him sleep soundly at night and actually appreciate life.

his nightmares and urges are now under control. you keep him composed. just one look at you and your pheromones (his favourite smell) suffice to put his mind at ease.

the first time he introduced you to toman, he made sure they all acted right in front of you. they were a bit surprised by you and how kind you were compared to the invincible mikey, but everyone knew you were the perfect match <3

randomly calls you during the day and comes pick you up after school. he's your personal bodyguard and takes his job rather seriously tbh. asks you what you want to eat and buys everything you ask.

making sure you ate is his priority n.1! he needs to make sure you're well taken care of.

doesn't show it but he's always worried about you.

mikey doesn't let his emotions show, he only lets himself be vulnerable in the comfort of your embrace.

he's always carrying an item with your scent and expects you to do the same.

he's soo loving and affectionate, alpha mikey is the perfect mix between a guard dog and a big teddy bear. it's all about balance!

[wild-fern21]

Paring: Luke Hughes x reader Synopsis: Meeting someone's parents was scary. Meeting your boyfriend's parents was the worst, when meeting a friend's parents they didn’t have to like you, it was good if they did but if they didn’t it doesn't matter, but meeting a boyfriend's parents meant they had to like you especially if your boyfriend was close with his family. warnings: None that I can think of

You were meeting Luke’s family before the Canucks vs Devil, he had told you numerous times that no matter what you wore, his family wouldn’t care but you still worried. As you stood in front of the mirror you had a pile of clothes next to you and a few scattered around you.

Every outfit you tried on seemed to be wrong. Either too much skin was shown, or you looked like you were trying too hard. Luke had been out with his friends for most of the afternoon. When he walked into the apartment and was met with Jack sitting on the couch in front of the TV the middle Hughes turned to him before speaking.

“You should check on Y/n” Jack says Lukes face turns in confusion “She is freaking out over what to wear to dinner tonight” he adds after seeing his brother's confused face.

“She told me she was alright with picking out an outfit, I texted her earlier and she told me she had it sorted out” Luke told the older boy who shrugged.

“Well she’s been in your room changing outfits since you left, she kinda freaked out over what to wear, I’ve been helping her but she hasn’t found one yet” Jack tells his younger brother his tone slightly worried, Luke let out a sigh and walked down the hallway to were his room is. As he enters the room he is immediately met with a pile of clothes on the ground.

“Hey sweetheart?” Luke spoke softly as he saw you sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and shorts. “Jack’s told me you’ve been stressing out all afternoon.” 

You turned to your boyfriend and smile “I just need to find the right outfit, I don’t want you family to think” Your sentence was cut off when Luke walked over to you and brought you into a hug he present comforts you as you bury your head into his jumper, he gently kiss the top of your head.

“You’ve already met Jack and he loves you, Quinn will be happy he gets to meet the girl I haven’t shut up about and my parents already love you from the amount I’ve spoken about you. Nothing to stress about” Luke's words reassure you and you look at the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Do you reckon you could pick out an outfit?” You ask softly, as you move to clean up the clothes that had been scattered around the room. Luke made a sound of agreement and walked over to the pile looking for a certain dress.

He spotted the dress near the bottom of the pile, a small smile made its way to his face. He had brought you this dress for your anniversary and you hadn’t had a reason to wear it. “I think this is the perfect dress” He holds the dress up so you can see it. You send him a small smile as you go to take the peace of clothing from him.

He moves the dress out the way and leaned down puckering his lips out slightly, “I think I deserve a kiss for my valiant effort in finding your dress.” You shake your head and gently kiss him, once you pull away he hands over the dress.

“Ok I am going to clean this up, you can go make sure Jack is ready to go” You say knowing that Luke was just going to wear the clothes he wore out earlier. Luke gave you a salute and walked out the bedroom door to go get his brother.

You had made it to dinner earlier than everyone else and you started to stress, you took your seat in between Jack and Luke gently fidgeting with the end of your dress. Luke, noticing your nerves, and places his hand over your allowing you to fidget with his fingers while the three of you wait for the rest of his family.

Jack stood from his chair, a smile spread across his face as he loudly yelled his oldest brother's name, “Quinny!” This caused you and Luke to stand up as Jack went to give his brother a hug. You moved behind Luke slightly as he greeted his brother eventually Luke came back to your side joining you hand together. As you greeted the oldest brother

Quinn looked at you, his smile turning soft as he noticed your and Luke connected hands “You must be Y/n, I have heard alot about you from this one” Quinn said nodding his head to the boy who was smiling as he watched you and his oldest brother, an anxious smile crossed your face as he spoke. Quinn opens his arms offering you a hug which you immediately agree to. 

Pulling out of the hug the group of you make your way back to the table talking everything they had missed during the hockey season. Quinns phone dings causing the table to look at him as he speaks “Mom and Dad just arrived,” Your nevers spiked again as you all stood up waiting for the older couple to make their way to the table. 

The boys went to greet their father as Ellen made her way to you, immediately bringing you into a hug “You are so beautiful” She turned to her youngest son and swatted his should “why didnt you let us meet her earlier” She spoke. 

Jack let out a small laugh knowing how much you were freaking out over meeting them today if you had met them earlier he couldn’t imagine how much of more stressful that would of been if you had met anyone of them earlier.

Jim comes and greets you bringing you into another hug as Luke stood slightly further back watching with a soft look in his eyes, a smile present on his face at the how well you and his family got along.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Hey, Mrs. Potter?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

God, this game was silly. But she loved it. Lily loved when they called each other that.

"I want a daughter next. I want a baby girl"

Lily's favorite part of having sex with James were those moments afterwards, when they were cuddled in bed. Warm and naked under the sheets. And they talked about important things. Or they rumbled about nonsense until they ended laughing so hard, they got out of breath.

It was a peaceful time now. As Lily was sleepy on James's chest. And he was stroking her hair

Lily was surprised of James's comment now.

"Are you demanding me to give you a daughter?" Lily smiled.

"It's more of a suggestion..." James chuckled "I mean, Harry would need little siblings, right? Why not a little girl?"

It was very much impossible right now because of the situation. They were at war. People were dying around them.

They were hiding.

Lily knew James was trying to be strong and distracted. But sometimes it was hard. Sometimes everything seemed black.

It was freaking scary to think something could happen to them and Harry would be left alone. Their beautiful baby boy. Or worse, something happening to him. Lily couldn't even imagine it. She had never loved someone as much as she loved her son.

However, right now, despite everything, it was a good day. And Lily didn't want to ruin it. On good days, they didn't discuss the war and their worries, or how much they missed their friends, they talked positively about the future. Like having more children, perhaps.

"A girl sounds lovely" Lily just said as she hugged her husband tighter.

"I like the name Rose" James added "Rose Potter..." he sighed "How does it sound?"

Tears were threatening to appear on Lily's eyes. No, no. She couldn't ruin this moment by crying like a fool. So she closed her eyes tightly.

"It sounds lovely" she managed to say.

"I want lots of kids after that" James kept talking with that positive tone of his. Pure sunshine "At least seven. To build my own Quidditch Team"

Lily turned to look at his face. His expression was nostalgic. She knew him too well. The way he had a little frown and his jaw was tight and how he looked so tired with bags under his eyes.

"Is that so, Mr. Potter?"

Although when James found her gaze, he gave her the most beautiful and reassuring smile he could master. Lily was grateful. How much did she need one of those.

"Those are my conditions if you want me to continue being your husband, Mrs. Potter"

That made Lily laugh.

If Lily had to live this hell. She was so grateful to have a wonderful man beside her. She was so lucky.

"I love you so much" she leaned in to kiss him.

"Love you too" he answered "So so much"

[narryffdreaming]

lia and harry's story (five)

summary: harry is a bartender and lia lives right across the street. rating: +18 || warnings: mental health (anxiety) and smut (here and there) word count: 10,9k

(ONE) | (TWO) | (THREE) | (FOUR - I) | (FOUR - II)

Lia had no idea what time it was when the banging on her door started. She also had no idea how long it had been since she’d arrived home from the bar. Since she’d cried her soul out. Since she’d run out of tears. 

She knew it was Harry, though. Of course she knew. He had called her non-stop for a while — from the moment she’d left the bar until she’d finally texted and asked him to please stop. 

And then he had texted her, too. Multiple times. I’m sorry. Let me explain. I messed up. I was an asshole. Please let’s talk. Which only made it all hurt even more. Every word she read stabbing her a little deeper inside her chest. 

Because she wanted him to be there for her. She wanted to cry wrapped inside his arms and forget about the pain while laughing at something silly he said. She wanted that. She wanted to answer his phone call and ask him to spend the night with her. 

She wanted him.

And yet she shouldn’t want him, and she couldn’t want him. 

…

Right?

…

See? It would be easier if he didn’t keep trying. If he didn’t act like he cared. If he didn’t act like he regretted his actions. If he didn’t put the decision in her hands. 

Was she overreacting? 

Would it be okay to forgive him? 

Should she never talk to him again and move on?

Should she listen to what he had to say?

She couldn’t make up her mind. So she texted him back — I need some time to think — and turned her phone off. Hoping a nap would make things better. Hoping some sleep would fix everything up. Give her the answers she needed to decide how to act next. 

With that in mind, she forced herself to change her clothes, then curled into a ball under her quilt and hugged a pillow. The pillow that smelled like him, and that brought a new wave of tears as she stared at the darkness outside her window and waited to fall asleep.

Except she never did. 

She didn’t nap, she didn’t rest. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t turn her body off.

And then there he was, trying again. Banging on her door. Loudly. Desperately. A sound that worried her it would wake up all of her neighbors, and that didn’t stop until she gave in and dragged herself to let him in.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” He slammed his body into hers, curving his back and grasping at her neck. “Shit. I’m so sorry babe. Please. I’m so so sorry.”

Lia stared over his shoulder. Watched the hallway through the open door. The yellow lights, tinting the white ceiling and walls. Thankfully her neighbors hadn’t shown up. She wondered if they ever would… If someone in that building would worry for her to the point of checking what was going on or if she needed any help. Even in the middle of the night. 

Was it even the middle of the night already? She didn’t know. She had lost track of time. She had lost track of— 

“I freaked out.” He pulled away, then cradled her cheeks between his clammy and shaky hands. “I’m sorry,” he said, staring into her eyes. “Please say something. Are you— Shit. Are you ok? I’ve been worried sick. And I know it’s my fault, I know that. I just… Babe. Please. Please say something.” 

“The door.”

“What?” 

“The door is open.” She lifted one arm, pointing at it. Harry followed the movement with his eyes, then with his head, looking over his shoulder and behind him. “Can you close it? I’ll wait in bed.”

He faced her again, brows deeply furrowed. “Are you— I mean, you want me to stay? Lock the door, and go to bed?”

Lia nodded.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She placed her weak fingers around his wrists, then pulled them down and away from her face. “I can’t do this right now. I can’t— I need to sleep.”

She looked down to the floor and turned around, then tiredly dragged her feet through the living room. 

“Just lock the door, okay?” she added. “Please. And come to bed.”

“O—ok,” Harry murmured behind her. “Of course. Whatever you need.” 

“We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Ok. Yeah. Ok.”

— — — — —

Lia blinked a few times. 

Everything was dark and silent, but she wasn’t tired anymore. She was hot, though — really hot. Neck sweating and sticky legs kind of hot. 

Uncomfortable and annoying kind of hot. 

She stirred and shuffled forward, but then Harry’s arms tightened around her, pulling her back to him as he mumbled and grunted behind her. Only then Lia realized how hard he was holding onto her — how he had his face pressed against her neck, his legs curled behind hers, and his arms firm around her stomach. How his warm breath kept hitting her skin, and how his chest moved up and down against her back. 

Despite all exhaustion and disappointment, a tender feeling enveloped her heart, and then the tiniest smile danced through her lips. 

His unconscious need to keep her close was sweet, and had it been any other day and under any other circumstance, she wouldn’t have tried to slip away from him again. 

If anything, she would’ve leaned into him even further.

But the memories from the night before were still livid, just like the pain he had made her feel. So she pursed her lips, took a deep breath in, and tapped the back of his hand.

“Harry,” she called, raising her still sleepy voice and wincing at how sore her throat still was. 

“Hm…”

“I— I need to move.”

He squeezed tighter, crushing her into his arms and nuzzling his face even deeper on her neck.

“C’mon…” She grabbed his forearm. “I’m sweating.”

“I don’t mind,” he mumbled. “Stay.”

“But I mind, Harry.”

A moment. A pause.

And then… 

“I just… Don’t wanna let you go.” 

His breath tingled on her skin, and his words spread goosebumps all over her body. 

Harry’s morning voice normally tended to make her feel… Things. Many things. Different things. Always scratchy, always husky. Deeper and slower than during any other time of the day. Sometimes, it brought a desperate need to touch his bare skin, kiss his pouty dry lips and have him cursing and panting by her ear. Some other times, it led to long conversations, soft giggles, and innocent touches. It made her ache for late breakfasts, cozy cuddles, and random childhood stories in bed. 

No matter what, exactly, his voice made her feel, it always had some sense of happiness behind it. It always made her smile, it always made her feel good about herself. 

And that morning, or night, despite everything — or maybe because of everything — all of those things seemed to intensify. His tone, and also her feelings. Her happy feelings. As wrong, as unsettling, and as out of place as that might’ve been. 

Lia swallowed. “It’s… It’s too warm. And I can’t move.”

“Then stay. Just five more minutes.”

“No, c’mon… Harry— This is— I mean— Please let go.”

“Ok, ok,” he sighed, loosening up the grip, but not really pulling his arms away. And then he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her neck, and kept his lips on her skin as he murmured, “If I let you go, do you promise not to leave me?”

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What?

“I know I messed up,” he added. “And I know I’m asking for a lot right now, but please forgive me.”

Lia closed her eyes. 

She couldn’t see him, but his voice carried so many feelings and so many emotions that she couldn’t believe it was only because of what had happened at the bar. Which meant she had no idea what it could be about, and only reminded her of how little she knew about him. Of how foolish she had been. 

“This isn’t fair, Harry. I can’t even… Why did you do that? Why did you…” The lump was back on her throat, and she stopped just to blink and swallow it down. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to go to the bar. How… How hard I had to convince myself I wouldn’t mess things up or… Embarrass you in front of other people… I just… I wanted to surprise you, y’know? Try harder just… Just for you, I guess… Or… I don’t know…”

“Lia, I’m sorry, I—”

“No.” She shook her head. “You put me on the spot, Harry. And that was just…” 

She took a deep breath in, and her bottom lip quivered. So she squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed, forcing the few tears to roll down her cheeks.

“I was already so uncomfortable because of Rohan… He was making me so uncomfortable… And all I wanted was… I didn’t… I wasn’t there for him, y’know? I was there because of you… But then you…” 

A soft, short sob left her mouth, and she brought her hand to cover her lips. 

“God… I’m so stupid.” 

From then on, it was hard to stop herself from fully crying. So she didn’t. 

She let it all out. 

All of it. 

The sadness. The pain. The disappointment. The shock. The embarrassment. 

She cried and allowed herself to be vulnerable in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to be before. And although it felt freaking terrifying, it also brought a new gigantic wave of relief inside her. It flooded through, and then it pushed her to keep going and going. As best as she could. 

“You made fun of me, Harry… All this time you… You know how I feel about myself… And you made me feel so comfortable and… And so safe around you… And then you just…”

She shook her head, taking a moment to sob, and then catch her breath. 

Behind her, Harry’s own heavy breathing guided the quick up and down of his chest. Other than that, though, he didn’t move one inch from the spot. Not while she cried, nor while she talked, nor while he spoke again. 

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he murmured, unable to get rid of the scratchiness in his own voice. “I wish I could go back in time and take everything back but… But I can’t and… And I don’t know what to do to fix this… But please just let me try… Please.”

Lia sniffed and wriggled inside his arms, once again trying to turn around.

This time, Harry let her, withdrawing his hold and scooching back so she could have more space. 

When she faced him, he took one hand up and rubbed under his nose, then across his cheek, quietly sniffing before sighing through his mouth. 

“Sorry,” he breathed out, shaking his head. 

In the darkness, she couldn’t see the details of his face, nor the specific shade of his green eyes, but she saw the tiredness, the sadness, and the guilt. All over him. 

“I know I fucked up,” he said. “I know I did. And I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t change how I made you feel, but I really am. Would take it back if I could… I really would…” 

She rearranged herself, and her pillow, leveling her head to stare directly at him. 

She knew she could stop talking. She knew she probably should stop talking. She knew she had already made her point, and that she had explained herself. And, to be honest, she also wanted to make it easier for him, to just forget everything and move on. But she still had so much to say. And she had to say it. She had to be honest, because she couldn’t pretend the horrifying couple of hours between running back from the bar and finally falling asleep hadn’t happened. She couldn’t forget about herself just to make him feel better. And she couldn’t ignore her feelings just to protect his own. She had done it her entire life already, with everyone around her, and she couldn’t anymore. She just couldn’t.

Which was why, with all the softness and strength she carried inside her, she forced her thoughts into words and let them out of her mouth. One by one. 

“You were really mean.” 

“I know.”

“And it was just… Out of nowhere… I mean…” She sniffed again, then wiped the few still-falling and the many already-dried tears from her cheek. “What did I even do to you to treat me like that?” 

Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

“It wasn’t… You did absolutely nothing wrong, Lee. It wasn’t about you.”

She furrowed her brows. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, blinking and meeting her stare again. “Exactly that… I shouldn’t have done it. Shouldn’t have treated you like that, and shouldn’t have said any of that… But it wasn’t about you. You did nothing wrong.”

She drifted her eyes around his face. Around his puffy, tired, distressed face.

“Then why… Why did you do it?”

Harry took a deep breath in and turned on his back, facing the ceiling. Lifting both hands to his face, he rubbed up and down a few times, then slid his fingers up to his head and pulled his hair back. 

“Harry…”

He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“No, I— I don’t… I mean I know I fucked things up but I… I don’t think I can explain it.”

Lia’s frown grew deeper. 

“So why… Why are you here, then? What am I supposed to…” Shit. Her chest tightened, and she could feel the tears coming back. And she was just so tired of crying. “I— I don’t get it. Everything was fine and… Things were good… So why—”

“Were they, tho?” he asked, still facing the ceiling and dropping his hands to his chest. “Were you really happy with what we were doing? With… With me?”

Lia blinked, and her voice turned into barely a whisper as she asked, “Are you… What are you talking about?”

He took both of his hands up to his face again, covering his eyes with his palms. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “I hate this.”

“Harry, what… What are you talking about? I don’t understand…”

“I swear to God if I lose you ‘cause I got jealous of Rohan.”

Lia blinked at him. Multiple times. 

“Harry—”

“Of fucking Rohan, for fucks sake.”

“Harry,” she tried again, reaching one arm to touch his elbow. “You were jealous? Of Rohan?”

With a humorless, nervous laugh, he took his hands off his face and lifted them to the air. 

“C’mon babe… You know that’s exactly what happened.”

She pulled her arm back to her chest, then stared at him. 

Did she, though? Did she know jealousy was what had caused Harry’s behavior at the bar? 

Looking down at his shoulder, she nibbled the insides of her bottom lip. Breathing slowly and gathering her thoughts together. 

If there was one thing she could never understand, from the first moment they’d hung out at her place, it was why Harry constantly insisted on bringing Rohan up. She’d told him she didn’t care about his coworker, she’d told him they’d never talked outside the bar, and she’d told him the only moments when she thought about him were when he mentioned his name. 

Still, Harry never gave up.

She knew Harry didn’t have a problem with Rohan, though, and that they were friends. Close friends. It wasn’t rare for him to text her saying that he would arrive a couple of minutes later because he was “chatting with Rohan”. Or to include his name when he told her a story about some adventure he had lived since arriving in the US, letting her know they spent time together off work as well. 

So Harry liked to have Rohan in his life, Lia knew he did. 

The only moments when he closed himself off around Rohan’s name, was when he made jokes about Lia and him fancying each other — which she had completely denied, more than once. So yes, part of her believed there was some type of jealousy behind his words, but he also never took it too far, so eventually she didn’t think of it as anything else but what they were: jokes. 

Which was why after a while she’d given up on fighting him on it, just rolling her eyes or waving him off when the name suddenly popped up in a conversation. And then she didn’t think too much of it anymore, because it worked: Harry would make a joke, she would ignore it, and they would move on. And that was always it. Easy and simple. 

However now, considering the earlier events at the bar, yes, it would be fair to assume there was something else going on, right? Something she didn’t know, and that maybe she should’ve tried to understand before. 

Still, though, Harry snapping at her out of jealousy didn’t make sense. If he was jealous, then why didn’t he just… Maybe kiss her in front of him, or something like that? Why didn’t he tell Rohan they were… Something? Why didn’t Harry mention something about him being the reason why she was there? 

If Harry was jealous, then why did he have to put her down, instead of making it clear to Rohan that he was the one spending time with her? 

Wouldn’t that make more sense? 

A sigh left her mouth. 

That was exhausting, to be honest. She didn’t even understand jealousy that well. She wasn’t a jealous person, remember? 

She was insecure, but not jealous. 

So, out of ideas and explanations, she ended up asking, “Why were you jealous of him?”

It took him a moment, but, eventually, Harry shrugged. 

And Lia frowned. 

“We… We’ve been over this so many times already,” she whispered. “I told you I never thought about him… That… That it was never about him. I told you, Harry. So many times.”

“I know.” He nodded. “I know you did.”

“Then why were you jealous? I don’t get it.”

“I don’t know, Lia. I wasn’t thinking, ok? I just… I don’t know. I just wanted to prove a point.”

Lia felt herself furrowing her brows even deeper, anger bubbling up inside her. “What point? That I like your mojitos?”

Harry scoffed, and if the whole situation didn’t mean so much to her, Lia would’ve laughed. Because, yes, it sounded ridiculous. 

“‘Course not, c’mon.”

“Then what?”

Harry sighed, but didn’t answer her. 

His silence bothered her. Him not looking at her eyes bothered her. Him not making himself clear bothered her. Lia wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, she really did, but fishing for answers didn’t feel fair. Not after what had happened. Not after the way he had treated her. 

Why couldn’t he just explain himself? 

If he wanted her forgiveness, why couldn’t he just talk to her?

“Harry,” she called, unable to hide the emotions behind her words, “will you please just look at me?”

Another sigh, and then he turned his head, looking at her while his body still faced the ceiling. 

With the dim brightness of the new day creeping into the room, it got easier to see him. To make out the details of his face. To find the forest-green of his eyes. 

And as soon as their gazes met, everything inside her softened. Because his own carried so much sadness, that it suddenly made sense he didn’t want to look at her — that he didn’t want her to look at him. 

All she wanted right then and there was to hold him and make him feel better, but she didn’t know and she didn’t understand what he needed to feel better about. And it was frustrating, to be honest. Because he knew so much about her. 

And Lia had opened to him and shared a lot, yes, but he also read her so well. And she couldn’t do the same with him. She couldn’t do the same for him. She couldn’t look at him and figure out what he needed to hear, or what she should do to make him feel better. She wanted to, but she couldn’t.

She just couldn’t.

“Talk to me,” she murmured, putting both hands under her cheek. “Please.”

He didn’t remove himself from inside her eyes, holding her stare as he murmured back to her, “It’s going to sound stupid.”

“It won’t.”

“Yes, it will.”

Lia shrugged. “Try me, then.”

Harry shook his head and looked back at the ceiling. He stood like that for a minute, both of them in silence while the room was filled by his heavy, deep breathing. 

God… Why were there suddenly so many things to fix? 

Why was it suddenly so hard for them to have a conversation?

“Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?” she tried. “To understand what’s going on… Or why you snapped at me that way?” 

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. “You do… Of course you do… It’s just…”

Silence.

Lia knew better than to push someone when they seemed to be trying to put words together inside their minds, so she waited. She watched, and waited. 

She waited while he rolled his tongue between his lips, while he frowned, and while he closed his hands into fists. She waited until it became clear that all of his thinking was becoming more painful than helpful, and then she decided it was time to intervene. 

“Hey,” she said, reaching one hand and placing it on his shoulder, “I’m starting to get worried, y’know?”

Harry sighed, and his muscles relaxed under her touch. Blinking his eyes open, he shuffled and turned, fully facing her again. Lia pulled her hand away, but before she could move it too far, he grabbed it between his fingers and took it to his chest. 

“Don’t be,” he murmured. “I’m just… I’m not like you, Lee. I don’t… I mean, I don’t know how to tell you what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling like you do. It’s not… It’s not easy for me.”

What the— 

Lia frowned. 

Was he seriously implying she was good at talking about her feelings?

“You know it’s not easy for me, either.”

He pulled one corner of his mouth up, so subtly it was almost impossible to notice, and brushed his thumb up and down the back of her hand.  

“I know you don’t see it this way, but you are way better at expressing yourself than I am. You’re just… I mean, so honest and open about being insecure, and about things that make you sad, and—”

“Harry, that’s not—”

“No, let me just say this, please.” He squeezed her hand, and Lia pressed her lips together. “Because I know you don’t see it, but you are, and I really admire you for that. I mean, I don’t know how to talk about my feelings like you do. I don’t even stop to think about my feelings like that… I’m always just… Going for things, I guess. I don’t know. Whatever I want, I don’t think about it, I just go for it, y’know?”

Huh… 

Lia blinked. 

Well, she certainly didn’t know what that was like, but it made sense, didn’t it? If she thought about their moments together, it made sense. Not thinking or worrying too much — or at all — before doing something… It sounded a lot like him, yes.

Nothing like her, but a lot like him. 

“So when I say that I can’t tell you what happened, or why I reacted that way, it’s not because I don’t want to tell you… It’s just… It’s because I really don’t know how to explain it… It’s like… Like I don’t know what was going through my mind… I just wasn’t thinking… I swear I wasn’t.”

Okay… 

Lia could understand that. Or at least she could see where he was coming from with that. 

For a long time, before therapy, Lia also used to believe she wasn’t thinking when she reacted to things. It took a lot of effort, time, and guidance from Dr. Reisman for her to learn that there wasn’t such a thing, and that her thoughts — the ones she thought she didn’t have — were in fact the ones driving her to the daily anxiety attacks she used to have.

Then once she became aware of them, it became easier to control things. Not easy, but easier. 

She still struggled a lot to stop the thoughts, sure, but at least she was aware of them. And she’d found ways to manage at least some. Not all, but some. 

She was halfway there, wasn’t she?

The most interesting part, though, was that she had never stopped to think about it. Not like that, at least — about how different it used to be in the past. And about how better she had gotten at it. Sometimes it was so difficult and exhausting in the present, that it was hard to see she’d improved at all. 

Technically, she knew she was better… She told herself she was better. All the time. She reminded herself that it wasn’t like it used to be, but she hadn’t felt the difference yet. Not like that, at least. Not so… Deeply, maybe? Or like it was part of her? Or like she could see it right in front of her? Like she could grasp the improvement between her fingers and own it? And do whatever she wanted to do with it?

She wasn’t... She wasn’t sure... It was hard to explain, but it was real... Very real. The difference, that is. It felt real now.

“And I’m not trying to say I wasn’t wrong, ok?” Harry added. “Or… I don’t know… Pretend I shouldn’t have thought before being such an asshole. Because I know I should have… I swear I know… And I know I fucked up and… Fuck, I know I hurt you. As soon as I looked at your face… That was just… I mean I really wish I could take it all back. Wish I could do everything differently… So I’m really sorry, Lia. I am. You have to believe how sorry I am, and that I—” 

“I know,” she said, squeezing her fingers around his. “I believe you. I know.”

Despite a tiny voice inside her mind telling her that she shouldn’t, Lia pulled her hand away from his grip, then placed it on his cheek. He closed his eyes, and she brushed her thumb up and down, eying the way his facial hair moved under her touch. 

“I hate that I did that to you,” he murmured.

And Lia believed he did, but she also wasn’t ready to let him know that. She wasn’t ready to let him know she was one step away from falling back into his arms, because she still wasn’t sure it was the right path for her to take. 

So, instead, she offered, “I know what you mean by not being able to explain what you were thinking.”

“You do?”

“Mhm… It wasn’t always like this for me, y’know? Took me years of… Of therapy… I had to learn how to understand what was going inside my head and what I was feeling and… It wasn’t easy… I mean, I’m still learning…” She shrugged. “So… Yeah. I get it. And it wouldn’t be fair for me to expect you to just… Know how to do it, y’know?”

Harry nodded, curling his mouth up.

“Maybe I could use some therapy sessions, then.” 

Lia’s mouth twitched up, too. “There would be nothing wrong with it if you did.”

She stroked his chin, enjoying the way his stubble scratched her thumb. 

“I know.” Blinking his eyes open, he looked at her for a moment, then grabbed her hand and slid it up to his mouth. He kissed the pad of her thumb, and kissed it again, before slowly taking their hands back to his chest and squeezing her fingers while he spoke. “Look, to be honest I don’t… I don’t think I ever did this before? Like… Talking about these kinds of things. I don’t think I… I ever had to? Or needed to? I don’t know… It’s just… I’m not used to it, I guess… Usually I’m the one listening or… I don’t know.”

“Well… It is usually harder for men to talk about it.” Lia shrugged. “At school I’ll see the difference between boys and girls even when they’re so young and it’s just so… Crazy, like… I sometimes don’t even know how it starts… When it starts… But suddenly one day most of the boys are trying to pretend they aren’t hurting while most of the girls are crying and talking non-stop about what happened to them… And we try to change that, y’know? For the boys, I mean… We try to teach them all about emotions and how to name their feelings and stuff but… Yeah… It’s not easy, so I think it’s— What? Why are you looking at me like this?”

Harry shrugged, smiling deeply into her eyes. 

“Nothing,” he said. “I like when you get all chatty, that’s all.”

Heat spread to her cheeks, and she chuckled, nervously. 

“Stop…”

“I mean it. I know I’ve said this before but… You don’t give yourself enough credit, y’know? For a lot of things, and you should. You’re so smart and—”

“Okay. You’re just trying to change the subject now.”

He laughed. “‘M not! I was just really happy listening to you… That’s all…”

“Right…” She swallowed, pulling her hand away from him and turning on her back. “Okay, forget about it.”

Tilting her head to the opposite side and looking through the window, Lia finally saw the different shades of orange lightening up the sky. She had no idea how long they’d been there, talking, and she still had no idea what time, exactly, it was, but at least now she knew the new day was officially starting.  

Which meant it didn’t even take her twelve hours to forgive him. 

Shit.

Was that the right move? 

Was that the right thing to do? 

Was she being naive? 

Was there something she couldn’t see between the lines? Behind his actions? 

Was she ignoring the red flags?

“Hey,” Harry said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to change the subject. I just… I blurted out what was on my mind, that’s all… Which now I see is clearly something I need to work on…”

Lia pressed her lips together, trying her best to hold back a smile. 

God, she liked him so much.

“Also, I don’t want you to think I’m not taking what happened seriously,” he added, his voice getting as deep as his words felt. “I was listening to what you were saying, and I… It makes sense, yeah. I don’t think I was ever encouraged to talk about my feelings at home, but I can see that all of my sisters were and… Yeah, I mean, it makes sense. There’s a difference. I’m not sure if the difference back home has anything to do with gender, or if it’s because we have different dads, but… Anyway, yes, there’s definitely a difference. And see? I was listening.”

Lia closed her eyes.

God, there was just so much new information. 

Did she already know Harry’s dad wasn’t his sisters’ dad? She didn’t think so. She couldn’t remember talking about it with him. 

Was that also something she should’ve paid attention to? 

Was that something she had missed about him?

Oh God. 

See?

Too much new information.

“I promise I was listening,” he added. 

Lia sighed, then blinked her eyes open once again.

“I know you were, Harry,” she said, looking at the sunrise happening on the other side of her window. “This is just… It’s really weird for me, ok? I’m scared of… I don’t know, I mean… You really hurt my feelings last night… And that was just hours ago, but here I am now laughing with you and… And thinking about all these questions I’d like to ask about your family because I… Because I want to know more things about you and get to know you better, y’know? And it’s just… What if I’m… What if I’m forgiving you too easily? What if I’m moving on too fast from what happened?”

She turned her head, looking back at him. 

“I don’t want you to think that I’m okay with what you did, Harry. Or that I… I don’t know… That I’ll always forgive you when you hurt my feelings.”

Harry shook his head. 

“I promise— I promise that’s not what I think.”

“And just because I understand that you’re not comfortable or used to talk about your feelings and stuff, it doesn’t mean that I should just accept you treating me like that.”

“I know.” He nodded. “And you’re right.”

“I know I overreact a lot of times, but this time didn’t feel like overreacting. The things you said… I mean it was one thing when you didn’t know me, but now? You knew how much those words would hurt me, and you still said them.”

He groaned, then, turning his head into the pillow and closing his eyes. He stood like that for a moment, and then he looked back at her, his eyes almost pleading for her to believe him. “See, that’s the thing, babe. I wasn’t—I swear to God I wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh, c’mon.” Heat flushed through her body, and she could feel a wave of anger throbbing inside her chest. Not just bubbling, but pulsing. All through her veins. A feeling that she wasn’t very used to, and that she mostly ignored, but that seemed ready to explode. Ready to take over every inch of her. And that she wasn’t so sure she would be able to manage if it did. “Yes, you were thinking those things, Harry. You didn’t stop yourself from saying it, but you blurted out what was on your mind, didn’t you? So… You were thinking about it.”

“Yes, but… Ugh.” He shook his head, then rubbed one hand up and down his face. “I swear, I would never intentionally say those things to hurt you.”

“But you did, Harry!” She kicked her quilt away from her body and sat on her bed. “You put me on the spot when you asked about the mojitos, you pressured me when I couldn’t answer, and you made fun of me because I didn’t speak.” 

“I know,” he mumbled. 

“All those things I hate the most and that freak me out the most.”

“I know.”

“The things I talked to you about. That I cried to you about.”

“I know.”

“Did the cat…” She shook her head. “I can’t… Can’t even say it. That was just so mean.”

“I know. Fuck, Lia, I know.”

“Then why did you do it, Harry?”

“I don’t—”

“—If you knew about it—”

“—It wasn’t—”

“If you knew all these things and if you knew what those words meant to me, then why did you say them? Huh? Why?”

“Because, Lia!” He threw his hands up in the air and stared at the ceiling. “Because I’m immature and stupid, ok?! Because I wanted you to say that yes, you liked my mojitos better than Rohan’s. That’s all it was, ok? I wanted you to say yes, for fucks sake. That’s all.” 

Lia blinked at him. With wide eyes, rapid heartbeat and tight lungs. She just… Blinked.

Harry sighed, and surrounded by nothing but shocked silence, sat on the bed as well. Seconds went by as he pushed the covers away, with so much force that the quilt almost ended on the floor, and then shuffled back to lean his back against the headboard.  

Bending his legs, he rested his arms on his knees, then watched his hands while he entangled his own fingers together. 

And Lia just… Watched him. 

Because she hadn’t noticed it before, but Harry was wearing joggers. And a yellow t-shirt. And socks. 

For the first time since they’d started… Well, whatever what-they-had was, Harry was wearing clothes to bed. And it felt just so… Weird. Almost wrong. Like she wanted to ask him why and what are you doing and please take it all off.  

“It wasn’t because of you, Lia,” Harry said, voice much softer than seconds earlier, and Lia glanced back at his face. He was focusing on his fingers, as if he was reading words written on them. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. I was just being selfish and trying to prove a point to Rohan. So I don’t… I don’t know… I just… Honestly it didn’t cross my mind that I was pointing those specific things out. I just… I figured if I pushed a little bit harder you would answer and say mine were better, that’s all. But because that’s what people usually do under pressure, y’know? Not because… I mean I wasn’t… It wasn’t personal. Fuck I know I’m an asshole for this, but I wasn’t thinking about how those words would affect you, personally… I swear I wasn’t trying to point out things you’re insecure about, Lia. I swear.”

She swallowed, then nodded, crossing her legs and grabbing a pillow to hold on her lap.  

“So…” Staring down at her own hands, she fiddled with the pillowcase, trying to focus her energy on something just so she could keep her voice — and herself — together. “So you completely forgot about me… And you forgot everything we ever talked about and… And you ignored my feelings to… To what? Prove your mojitos are better?”

“Fuck, no Lia…” 

She looked at him, catching the moment he dropped his head back and mumbled at the ceiling, “Of course not.”

“It is what you just said, Harry.”

“But that’s not— I mean I didn’t— I wasn’t— Jesus Christ…” He laughed, nervously, shaking his head and dropping it down. “Why is this is so fucking hard?”

Impatience took hold of her, and she rolled her eyes. “Harry… Why are you jealous of Rohan?”

Silence.

“You keep bringing him all the time.”

More silence.

“Even though I told you that I’m not interested.”

“He is, though,” he said, staring down and away from her. “You know he is.”

“So you don’t trust me, is that it?”

That got his attention, because he snapped his head up and looked at her again.

“What?”

“You think he’ll flirt with me and what? I’ll forget about you and bring him back here? Even though I said I don’t want him?”

“I don’t—”

“Do you really think I would do that to you?”

“No… Of course not… You’re not— Fuck… Again, this is not about you, Lia.”

“Oh my God, Harry! Then what is it about? Huh?! If it’s not about me, it’s not about mojitos… Then what the hell is it about?! Huh? What?!”

“Me, for fucks sake!” he snapped, right into her eyes. “Me, ok? It’s about me! Not you, not mojitos… Me, Lia. Me!”

He dropped his head between his arms and closed his eyes, turning his voice into a whisper, “Shit. It’s about me, for fucks sake.”

.

.

. 

Lia shut her mouth, and blinked. 

The early morning sun hit her back, and also Harry’s body, brightening him up even though there was not one single inch of him that matched the joyful and cheerful spirit of a new day. 

There was absolutely nothing she could say to him, though. Just like there was absolutely nothing she could do to react. She had a feeling he was as shocked about his outburst as she was. That he had not only just admitted something to her, but to himself as well. 

It wasn’t about her, and it wasn’t about the mojitos… It was about him. About Harry. 

That’s what he had said — but what did it even mean?

“Look,” he murmured, opening his eyes, but not moving any other inch of his body. “When we first met you at the bar we talked about you, ok? We were just being stupid, and it wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but you were pretty, and you were there by yourself, so after I got your order I mentioned something to him… And then we joked about who should come up to you and keep you some company or… I don’t know, something like that.” 

His voice was low, and slower than usual, as if he was using all the strength inside him to get his words out. And Lia didn’t want to risk saying something and ruining the moment, so she did nothing but sit there and listen to what he had to say.

“It was really, really stupid, but we decided that you wouldn’t date a guy like me, and that Rohan was your type.” He sighed, then immediately kept going, “That’s why he was the one who asked for your name, and that’s why he kept getting your orders. Then every time you would go to the bar, the joke between us was that he was your guy, not me, ok? And I think… I mean it wasn’t supposed to be like a real thing… But it just… It stuck somehow. It’s like it made sense, y’know? Because you were just… I mean, you would barely look at me… Or talk to me… But you would always smile and laugh with him, so…” He shrugged. “I mean, now that I know you Lee, I get that a lot of times we read things wrong, ok? But for a long time the joke between me and Rohan was that you were afraid of me, or that I made you nervous, or shit like that, and that the only person you felt comfortable with was him. So he would always be around to rescue you or something like that… I don’t know. It doesn’t even make sense when I say it out loud.” He shook his head, then dropped his shoulders. “Like I said, it was really stupid. And it was supposed to be a joke, y’know? We just… We spend so much time there and sometimes there’s not a lot to do and we just… I don’t know, turn into stupid people I guess. But, yeah, anyway… It’s stupid, but that joke stuck somehow. At least for me.”

He paused, taking a long, slow and deep breath in, and then added, “So last night, when I saw you laughing with him, I just… I asked about the mojitos but it wasn’t even about that, y’know? And I didn’t mean to put you on the post or make fun of you… And I swear I didn’t want to hurt your feelings… God I really didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Lee… I don’t want to be that guy… But I just… It was about me… I just wanted you to… I mean, I wanted you to say that…”

Harry shook his head, then sighed. “Fuck.”

Lia took a deep breath in, swallowing down hard as her throat grew tight and her eyes burned. 

Oh my God.

So… That’s what it was all about… 

Harry wanted her to say she preferred him over Rohan.

Right?

Or was she reading it wrong? 

No, no she wasn’t… 

It wasn’t about her saying his mojitos were her favorite, Harry wanted her to choose him over Rohan.

And it was so obvious. 

And yet she would have never imagined it. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out and chuckled, as nervously as she had never seen him. Taking his hands to the back of his head and tangling his fingers with his curls. “I can’t…”

“Harry…” She pushed the pillow to the side and crawled to where he sat, kneeling next to him. “Stop.”

“This is embarrassing—”

“No, it’s not—”

“—and really stupid—”

“Harry. It’s not. It’s really not.”

She couldn’t find any more words to say, though. All she could think about was how wrong Harry was. How wrong he had been all along. How he’d never noticed how deeply into him she was. How he didn’t know he was the only reason why she kept going at the bar over and over again, how he had no idea about how much she had thought about him, or about the things her body used to feel when she saw him there.

Lia had spent almost an entire year feeling turned on and fantasizing about Harry, and all along he’d been thinking Rohan was her type, and not him. 

She shook her head and sighed.

“Harry, listen to me. You have no idea how wrong you guys were about all this… I mean, the only reason why I used to go to the bar was to see you, ok? Not Rohan. You.”

Harry raised his head and turned it to the side, looking at her over his shoulder with a frown on his face.

“I’ve been so… Oh God… Please don’t laugh at me, but… I was sooo attracted to you… And I mean, from the very first day, okay?… It was—It was ridiculous, really… I had this stupid, but very real crush on you and… And I never really cared about Rohan… I mean I would talk to him because he talked to me, but… It was you, y’know?” She shrugged and chuckled. “God, I would even try to go on Wednesdays just because I knew Rohan wouldn’t be there and you’d be forced to talk to me… And… And even when Jillie and Molly went to the bar… I invited them because… Well, because I wanted them to meet you and—”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Of— Of course not… Why would I? I mean… That’s why I told you so many times that it was never about Rohan… Because, y’know… Because it wasn’t. And it still isn’t. It’s just… Well, you."

Harry blinked, flickering his eyes between hers, and then he murmured, “You told your friends about me?”

Lia tilted her head and shrugged, a smile growing at what he had chosen to focus on. 

“That I had a crush on you? Yeah.”

Harry flinched his chin back.

“Then why are you embarrassed to tell them about me now?”

And then Lia flinched her head back.

“Who said I’m embarrassed?”

“You lied to Molly… On the phone. You didn’t want to tell her about me.”

Oh…

Lia’s smile faded away, and she swallowed.

“You lied about spending time with me.”

“Well— I— Yeah, but… But it wasn’t because I was embarrassed of you, Harry. I— I never said I was embarrassed, did I?”

Harry shrugged. 

“Well, you didn’t have to. You just…”

“I just what?”

“There were little things, y’know?”

“What little things?”

“I mean you lied to your friends, you didn’t want to go anywhere with me, you wouldn’t let me drive you to work, you didn’t go to the bar anymore… Should I keep going?”

Oh God.

“And you thought… You thought all that was because I… Because I was embarrassed? Of you?”

Harry shrugged. “What else was I supposed to think?”

She opened her mouth, but then she closed it again.

Oh my God!

She’d never imagined those thoughts would cross Harry’s mind. Never.

All that time, Lia had thought he had been reading her mind. She was sure he understood why she was acting that way, that he knew she was too shy, too insecure, too afraid. She was sure he knew. That’s why she hadn’t said anything. 

Plus, he had never seemed bothered. Quite the opposite, in fact. Harry was always too understanding with her, he never made her feel bad about saying no, although she always ended up feeling bad anyway (but because she was, again, sure he would get tired of her dramas, not because she thought she was hurting him). 

Everything she’d done so far to keep them a secret, had always been related to her own flaws, and never about him. She never thought there was something wrong with him. 

If anything, as far as Lia knew, at any point Harry would end up leaving her because she wasn’t enough. Because he would get tired and embarrassed of her. And not the other way around. 

“I mean, it’s fine. We never talked about it, so… It’s not like you have to introduce me to everyone in your life if you don’t want to. Maybe you don’t plan on me staying around, or—”

“Harry, no, stop, stop.” She shuffled closer and reached for his arm, placing both hands on him to hold herself. “I didn’t— I wasn’t— Oh my God.” She shook her head, sitting on her heels. “I did all that just because… Because I don’t want you to be embarrassed of me, okay? I just… I mean, in my mind we’ll go out, then I’ll do something stupid and you’ll get tired of me and… And then you’ll leave me, okay? And because I’m freaking terrified of you leaving me, I keep trying to play it safe… That’s all. I just… There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, I don’t want to hide you. And I’m not embarrassed. I mean, are you kidding me? That’s not—That doesn’t even make sense to me!”

Harry licked his lips, took a deep breath in, and eventually exhaled loudly through his nose. Staring into her eyes, he stretched his legs and let one hand fall to his lap, then took his other one to place Lia’s hair behind her ear. 

“Just like to me there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, and it doesn’t make sense that I would leave you?” he asked, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand before he dropped his arm down. “Or that you would embarrass me?”

“I—That’s… It’s not—It’s not the same, okay? That’s just… That’s because we haven’t left the house. Because here it’s easy and you don’t have to deal with me freaking out or being extremely awkward every time something happens. I act like a child sometimes, okay? And it’s embarrassing.”

“Lee… C’mon… I wish you would stop putting yourself down so much—”

“Yeah, well, me too—”

“—But also, I wish you would give me the chance to prove you wrong, you know? ‘Cause I would love to be there, next to you, squeezing your hand so you stop overthinking. Or holding you so you don’t feel alone, or awkward, or whatever. I want to be there when you need someone… I just… I just want to be there for you, you know? Openly. Not just here. Everywhere.”

Lia blinked.

“Lee…” Harry tilted his head, the corner of his mouth curling up. “You’ve got me so wrapped around your finger, it’s almost ridiculous. I think you’re the only one who doesn’t see it… Sagey keeps teasing me about it every single night.”

She bit her lip, then looked down at his shoulder. 

“Sage knows about me.”

It wasn’t a question, because she knew Sage knew. She’d made it obvious at the bar, the night before. 

“She does, yeah. Since I asked her to cover for me that first night… And some other times.”

Lia nodded.

“But you didn’t tell Rohan.”

Harry shrugged. “I thought you didn’t want me to. Thought you didn’t want anyone to know.”

“I don’t mind people knowing.”

“Then why did you lie to your friends?”

“Because…” She sighed, then shuffled even closer and rested her forehead on his shoulder. When she spoke again, she made sure to turn her voice into just a shy murmur, “Because I’m afraid as soon as I tell them, this will end. And I don’t want this to end.”

He took one hand to the back of her head, gently entangling his fingers with her hair and scratching her scalp. “Lee, it’s not going to end.”

“You don’t know that, okay? You don’t know what will happen tomorrow, or next week, or next year. You just don’t.”

“Ok, fine… Maybe I don’t see the future, but I’m here right now, and I’m willing to stay. For as long as you’ll let me. Can’t you see that, at least? I mean, we’ve been doing this for two months now, and it might not seem like a lot of time to you but… I’m not playing around, Lee. I’m really not.”

Lia’s belly fluttered, and her chest expanded with a warm, joyful feeling that quickly, and easily, took over all of her body. She couldn’t help the smile, then, and as her face lit up with happiness, she placed her hand on his chest and leaned further into his shoulder.

To hear him say all that was exactly what she wanted. That he wasn’t playing around, that he wanted to stay. That he wanted to be with her. 

And she wanted to believe him — part of her already did, to be honest. But how could she be sure that she wasn’t being led on? How could she be sure that she wasn’t being too naive? That she wasn’t caving in and forgetting herself too easily? 

She sighed, and happiness just as quickly faded away from her face. 

“I did see that,” she admitted, resting her face on his shoulder and looking at her own hand, twisted around the yellow fabric on his chest. “So I told myself I should stop doubting so much, and I convinced myself to go to the bar. Thought you had already invited me enough times and I should stop freaking out about it… That it wouldn’t be so bad. And then… Well… Look where we are now.” 

Harry sighed, then took his hand to his face. 

Still resting on his shoulder, Lia caught the way he rubbed his fingers over his closed eyes, then followed the movement of his arm when he dropped it back to his lap. Almost defeated. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am. I don’t— I don’t even know what to say. I hate that I can’t take it back. Last time should’ve been completely different. And I just… I don’t want you to think this is who I am. Or that this is something that could happen again… I mean I should… I should’ve mentioned there was something bothering me… Things kept building up and I…” He paused, then shook his head. “I don’t think I realized how much things were bothering me until tonight. When I saw you with Rohan I just… I guess I just lost it. I don’t know. He was just all over you and I know how adorable you get when you’re all shy and blushing and… I just hated the thought of you being there with him and not with me. And I hated even more that I couldn’t do anything about it.” 

“But I wasn’t—”

“I know.” Harry nodded, looking at the bedroom door. “I know. It made sense when I thought you didn’t want people to know about me. Now it sounds just stupid. I was stupid… I’m sorry.” 

Lia didn’t know what to say anymore. Everything felt too messy to see any rights or wrongs. Harry’s words at the bar still felt unforgivable, but now she also couldn’t imagine what must’ve felt for him all those times he thought she didn’t want people to know about him. That she was embarrassed of him.

So even though she was supposed to be mad, and even though she was supposed to stand up for herself and let him know that she couldn’t be with someone who could treat her like that, she also felt conflicted with guilt. Because she hadn’t treated him fairly either. She knew she hadn’t. 

And it wasn’t even a matter of him twisting the facts, or the truths, to make her feel guilty. It was him letting her know how her own actions had led him to believe she didn’t want to be seen in public with him. Which was exactly what she feared the most from others. Which was exactly what she feared the most from him.

Wasn’t that crazy?

With a sigh, Lia snuggled even closer to his body. Except her chest was already pressed against his side, his elbow poking her stomach and her cheek sinking on his shoulder, so there wasn’t any way to get closer than she already was. 

Which really sucked, because it didn’t feel enough. 

But then Harry must’ve noticed her fidgeting, because he moved his arms to circle her waist in a gentle hug, then tugged her onto his lap. 

Lia climbed on him eagerly, but also shyly. Hiding her face on his neck and hugging him back as much as she could while her knees rested on each side of his hips.

Harry squeezed his hold around her, too, crushing her into his chest like he wanted to make sure no inch of her could slip away. 

“I’m really, really sorry, Lee,” he murmured.

Lia nodded, then moved to press a kiss to his neck. 

It was the first and only thing her instincts told her to do, and it ended up feeling more meaningful than any word she could say. Not only for her, but for Harry, too, because he relaxed underneath her. So deeply that it was easy to feel the way all his muscles loosened up as he breathed out loudly through his nose. Like the heaviest weight had been lifted off. 

And because he seemed to like that so much, and because he seemed to be needing affection so badly, Lia kissed him again. And again. And then she slid her hands to the back of his neck and sat a little more upright on his lap, and kissed him again. And again. And again. 

Harry sighed and squeezed her sides, head tilting to the side as he offered her more space and more skin to explore. A silent invitation that Lia took as encouragement to keep going, of course. Making sure to skim her lips over those unshaved spots she loved so much, but also trying her best to offer some reassurance with her words. Wanting things to be as clear as possible for him. 

“I’m not playing around, either,” she murmured. “And I’m not embarrassed of you, okay? I swear I’m not.”

She brushed her nose up and down his throat, taking his natural scent in before parting her lips and kissing him again. Making it just a little bit wetter and just a little bit needier than before.

Harry hummed, then, dropping his head back and letting his hands fall to the curve behind her bent knees. As if his body had lost all the strength. For once and for all. 

Everything inside her quivered at his reaction. It felt so good to have him melting like that because of her. So, so good, that she couldn’t bring herself to stop. So she kissed him again, and again, raking her fingers through the back of his head while moving to the other side of his throat and pampering him all over again. Through his jaw, his temple, and his cheek. Kissing all over that beautiful, beautiful face. 

“You have to believe I don’t want him, tho,” she said. “And that I wouldn’t do that to you… I wouldn’t be with you and… And then flirt with him, or go out with him or… Or I don’t know… Anything like that.”

Pressing one last kiss under his ear, Lia got taller on her knees and tilted her chin down, watching him as she towered him.

Harry didn’t even try to hide how much he was enjoying all the attention, sitting at her mercy with his head dropped back and his eyes closed. Breathing deeply through his nose. Chest moving up and down faster and heavier each second. 

It made her body tingle, and heat spread from head to toe. 

“Not only him,” she added, and then swallowed — unable to hide how affected she was by the mere sight in front of her, “but anyone else… I could never do something like that… I promise I wouldn’t. You believe that, right?” 

Harry opened his eyes, landing straight into her stare. Intense green eyes  burying into her as he licked his lips and swallowed, then finally spoke again. “Yes. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t.”

“Good.” She curled her lips up, stroking the back of his head while she turned her voice into a playful tone. “Because, I mean… I can barely make things work with one guy… There’s no way I could ever date two at the same time.”

Harry’s mouth curled up in slow motion, offering the softest and kindest smile before he shook his head and broke into laughter. 

The room lit up with the joyful sound, and Harry suddenly sat upright, causing Lia to yelp and lose her balance. He quickly placed his arms around her waist, though, keeping her safe and close to him as he dropped their bodies onto the mattress and flipped them over. 

Lia fell on her back with a quiet gasp, hair all tangled on her face as Harry crawled to lay on top of her. 

“Thank God for that,” he teased, lips stuck in the same happy smile while he held his upper body on one elbow and used his other hand to help her get rid of the curtain hiding her eyes. “And I would rather if you don’t even try, to be honest… Keep this just between us… Told you I’m not good at sharing.”

Lia nodded, once again meeting his stare. “And I told you you’re not… Sharing me.”

“Mhmm…” Harry nodded, too, then leaned down and brushed their noses together. “You did, yeah…” He took his hand down to her hips and sneaked it under her t-shirt, pulling the fabric up as he settled and squeezed around her waist. “All mine, right?”

Another nod, although more meaningful this time. Slower. Calculated. A nod that came along with the touch of her hands sliding up his neck, then finding the perfect spot around his jaw to cradle his face between her palms. 

“All yours,” she murmured.

Harry’s smile got bigger, and Lia brushed her thumbs up and down his cheeks, watching him flutter his eyes shut for a moment. When he focused back on her, they only stared at each other for one second before  she drifted her gaze to his mouth. And then he leaned in, his nose cozying next to hers as he pressed his lips to hers so gently that Lia was afraid her imagination was painfully tricking her. 

Everything was real, though. Very real. She felt it deeply in her core when he barely pulled back to speak again. His voice suddenly low, thick and slow. Suddenly full of intention. Suddenly full of determination. 

“Can I show you how much that means to me, then?” he asked, moving his hand up to her ribcage. “Can I show you how much I appreciate you? And how sorry I am for what I did?”

Lia swallowed, and nodded. Apparently incapable of reacting any other way. 

“Yeah? You sure?” he teased, capturing her lips for a new kiss. A slow kiss. A very soft and a very calm kiss. A kiss that matched the relief and affection of his touch as he traced underneath her breast with his fingertips and drifted his nails across her skin. 

A kiss that had Lia closing her eyes and sliding her hands to the back of his head while her entire body crumbled underneath him. And a kiss that eventually had her parting her mouth and whispering the only thought crossing her mind, “You can do whatever you want.”

Harry’s lips turned into a smirk against her mouth, but he never pulled away. Nor gave her time to regret her sincere words as he moved his hand further up her chest and sped things up.

From then on, Harry remained true to his word. He kissed her and touched her like he meant it. He made her sigh and throb like he owned her. And he made her feel like she was the most precious thing he’d ever had. 

He made up for all the tears, and for all the pain. He made up for all the hurtful words. 

He rewrote his mistakes as he whispered sweet things to her ear. As he praised her body, her actions, her sounds. 

And he proved his point of how much he appreciated and how much he wanted her to be his. Over and over again. 

His, his, his, and only his. 

“You’re mine, ok?” he grunted when he was already lost and deep inside her, holding her down and snapping their hips together as words kept rolling out his mouth. “All mine… Every… Single… Part of you… Ok?... Ok?”

And Lia was so far gone that she couldn’t even think about an answer. But she knew she was. 

She knew she had been his since the very first day she’d met him. And she knew it was too late for her to pretend she hadn’t been thoroughly consumed by everything she felt for him. By all of the fantasies that had eventually come true. And by the reality that had turned out to be even better than any scenario she’d ever dreamed.  

She was his. Of course she was. Harry’s, Harry’s, Harry’s. Every single inch of her. His. And only his.

And as Lia shivered and the bubble of pleasure finally burst inside her, the only thing left for her to hope was that she wasn’t making a fool of herself.

And that Harry was only hers, too. 

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The Main Hazbin cast x taking care of sick reader

A/N : I'm going off of flu-like symptoms type sickness for this one

Cw: Sfw, gn reader, Niffty being strange asf - injection mentions

[ Part 2 ] >>

Charlie

- no. 1 caretaker of those who are sick istg (in theory at least)

- She pulls out every single thing; medicine, soup, heating bottles, electrolyte drinks, extra blankets, entertainment stuff, etc. Etc.

- She will straight up fixate upon you getting better so you can come back to group exercises without the others worrying about your contagiousness.

- The only issue with her is that she won't leave you alone like at all.

- Vaggie needs to come drag her out so she'll stop talking about all the 'work' you've missed while you've been away recovering and all the theory behind it while you're trying to rest.

- Charlie 100% gets sick as well.

- Probably will try to keep hugging you and stuff like that, disregarding your grossness because she doesn't want you to feel 'lonely'.

Vaggie

- Understandably a bit avoidant of you, but not straight up averse.

- She needs to stay in top shape to guard the hotel.

- She would wear a mask around you and come see you still in short intervals, though, bringing you some stuff you need occasionally.

- insists you stay in your room so the hotel doesn't have a sweep of whatever the hell you have. Even with you wearing a mask or something yourself, she's iffy.

- Apologises each time she has to pull Charlie out of your room so you can sleep in peace.

- Also apologises when Alastor and Niffty show up to be menaces.

- Wants you to get better probably just as much as Charlie does.

- But mostly so she'll stop having to personally come drag away her overly good-natured girlfriend and the other two.

- Probably ends up getting sick eventually because Charlie ends up getting sick.

Angel Dust

- Avoids you like the plague.

- If he has to give you stuff, he will just leave it outside, knock, then bolt.

- Would probably talk with you over phone calls a fair bit while you're bedridden.

- The absolute last thing Angel needs is to get sick in his mind. It's not sexy at all, and with the hours he works?

- Fucking hell no.

- And he doesn't want to find out if there's a kink about that.

- Sorry, not sorry, but he's staying away.

- Would probably dress in a sexy nurse outfit while he delivers stuff to your door as a joke.

- If you don't answer the door, he'll assume you are asleep and will send a selfie with whatever he's left at your door and send it to you with some kind of 'get well soon' esque message so you know it's there.

- Wants you to get better but isn't gonna actively take any kinds of risks.

Husk

- Would also not want to be around you.

- Another person with a 'I can't get sick with my job' mindset.

- Would probably just purely communicate over messages, wouldn't actually come up to your door.

- May make you special (nonalcoholic ofc) drinks to help you recover and get someone else to send them up to you - makes the excuse that he needs to be at his 'post' at all times so he can't himself.

- I hc him as secretly being really good at cooking and liking to, so makes you lots of soups and things like that.

- Annoyed because he then has to deal with other people complaining about why he isn't making food for them as well.

- He's confident you're going to get better so doesn't really care all that much.

Pentious

- He's genuinely worried.

- Both for himself, but also for you as well.

- He comes from a time where people got what you got and died very quickly with no treatment available, so he's scared shitless about it even if everyone's insisting it's not going to kill you.

- Doesn't go see you in person because he's freaked out about it, but sends his eggs to come talk to you, ask you how you are and deliver messages from him to you every day.

- Will lie and say he doesn't care at all, then probably go cry in private about it.

- When it's clear you're no longer sick, he's going to be so relieved.

- Will probably genuinely show physical affection without thinking about it.

- Glomps you via wrapping himself around you, and then acts like it never happened.

Alastor

- He's such an awful cunt the whole time.

- Always shows up to go see you but its only to laugh at you like you're the funniest thing ever.

- Will bring you stuff, but it's very obviously not goof faith.

- He cannot get sick off of normal things, so he's all up in your business the whole time he decides it's 'go bother (name)!' Time.

- If you're delirious with temperature he'll probably openly talk to you about certain secret things because if you remember and bring them up he can just gaslight you about it.

- "Oh (name), you must be misremembering because you were so unwell!"

- He is the absolute worst about you being sick.

- Vaggie is your saviour in this situation, shooing him out of your room when she realises that he's once again back.

Niffty

- Okay, Alastor is objectively the worst, but Niffty is also fucking terrible.

- She's seemingly good faith with her bs at least, though.

- Acts like the insanest, most unhinged nurse taking care of a child with you.

- Will be there trying to cram food and drink down your throat aggressively, spoon feeding you things while gripping your mouth open way too hard.

- Dresses up like a nurse as well, courtesy of Alastor of course.

- Will show up with God knows what in syringes and try to inject them into you.

- Probably will try get a blood sample from you as well for some terrifying reason.

- You probably end up tripping balls at some point because she's injected you with some unidentifiable substance.

- Also needs to be escorted out by Vaggie so you aren't straight up killed by her attempts to... help(?) You get better. The motivation is unclear.

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I may also make one about reader taking care of them when they're sick too atsp 🤔

[sushis-wild-imagination]

SVT How they calm you down when you’re crying (All members)

Seventeen Masterlist (more preferences/short fics) Im open to requests! Genre: Fluff fluff, tooth rotting fluff

→Choi Seungcheol

You had been feeling out of sorts for a month now, the doctors could tell you nothing of substance that could change the way you’re feeling other than the fact that it’ll pass, you’ve just got to pull through it.

But the thoughts in your head soon bottled up to anxiety and you couldn’t sit with it anymore. You freaked yourself out too much. You had an full body check up tomorrow, just for a check up to rule out something bigger. The possibility of them finding something fatal worried you to a point where tears streamed down your face without you realising.

You ended up going into the living room where your boyfriend was. Without showing your face or letting him find out you were crying, you climb into his lap. All attempts of sneaking went to vain, he immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you okay?”

That’s all it took for you to shake and sob out of fear. He looked ready to fight someone. If only he could fight an MRI machine. You somehow tell him you were terrified of this scanning.

He did exactly what you wanted and held you close like a baby, occasionally kissing your head with reassuring words.

→Yoon Jeonghan

You walked home very dejected and sad about your day at work today. You had this wall breaking idea for a campaign, that a senior pretty much stole credit for and you instead got accused of not contributing your ideas to the team.

It was frustrating because you couldn’t call out this senior nor could you defend yourself. Just a shitty shitty day.

You felt like you were holding yourself together until you could get home to let go. All day you were just waiting.

You finally got home and Yoon Jeonghan, your fiance, opens the door. You slowly walk towards him looking tired and frustrated, a hug is all you needed to let go.

“Whats wrong?” He asked softly rubbing the back of your head.

You tell him all that happened, vent out every frustration in tears.

“Do you want to plot a revenge plan? That ought to make you feel better” he says looking the most mischievous looking gremlin he has. It makes you chuckle. He really can fix anything.

→Hong Joshua

‘I regret to inform you that, after careful and thorough consideration’

You slam the laptop close. Why were you so sad, this university is not even your first preference. It’s alright that you didn’t get in, you didn’t even want to go.

But if you don’t even get into your 4th preference school, how do you expect the better schools to accept you? This thought rallied you head for at least 10 minutes, while thoughts of your future education brought tears to your eyes.

You sit blank infront of your desk, feeling horrible looking at this email.

“Hey, I’m making some coffee, do you want-” Joshuas voice fades out when he sees you.

“Is everything alright?”

You shake your head, while he comes over to give you a hug. You hug his torso from your desk chair. You tell him whats wrong and also ask him for some space, he gladly gives you space when he knows you’re not crying anymore.

You sit alone with your thoughts for sometime, the tears had now dried up.

He had come back with some of your favourite flowers and your favourite subway order. He knew your comfort food and you couldn’t be more grateful to Joshua that day.

→Moon JunHui

There was a lingering empty feeling in your apartment and your heart.

You had rescued a kitten a month ago from a dumpster, all injured. You and your boyfriend Jun, decided to take care of it until its better and raise it together. You named her Layla.

Layla was the cutest cat, it pained you that she was abandoned. Many people thinks its okay to adopt an animal and just abandon it whenever it doesn’t suit them, its cruel.

Today you gave Layla up to a shelter to get adopted hopefully by a better family.

The separation only hit you once you got back home. There was no meowing in the background, there were no sounds of little footsteps in the apartment, it was all too quiet.

Before you know it you were crying and jun was right by your side, wiping your tears with the sleeves of his tee shirt.

“Do you want to adopt Layla instead?” He suggests. “We could do it together, we’ll figure something out”

You couldn’t be happier, you hugged Jun through your tears.

→Kwon Hoshi

He was leaving, for the 100th time. Goodbyes are always so tough with him. He was packing his suitcase to go back to his country, again. And who knows when we’ll see each other again.

Long distance was going to be the death of you.

“Do you have to go?” You ask again, as if the answer is miraculously going to change.

When he zips up his suitcase and props it up, seeing that is all it took for you to start crying about your goodbye in advance. All he could do was hug you, hold you, kiss you saying that you’ll see each other soon.

He sees some snot from all the crying you’ve been doing and immediately offers his hoodies sleeve to wipe it on, that makes you laugh as you scatter for a tissue. He’s adorable.

He lets you keep this tiger plushie he had got from his country as keepsake. Saying ‘we will see each other again’

You can not sleep without that tiger plushie anymore.

→Jeon Wonwoo

You had an image of adulthood and living alone. A lot of friends around you, partying almost everyday, doing something new all the time, hikes, midnight drives, late night snack runs without having to answer to anyone. This is what you thought living alone meant.

But boy were you so wrong. It’s lonely. You’ve always been a floater with friends and never really had one set of friends you could completely rely on. This picture perfect adulthood you dreamt of, needed good relationships. Relationships you found so hard to make.

Your boyfriend, also your only friend in the city, came over.

You ended up talking to him about how you felt, and subconsciously he suggested a walk. He held your hand through the walk until you felt better. You were grateful.

→Lee Jihoon

You needed to quit that job, everything about it was so toxic, the boss was a narcissist that made horrible jokes. You had mentioned you enjoyed F1 and he decided to quiz you infront of your colleagues on your knowledge of it because what girl can like a sport in the true sense. It was solely to put you down in front of people. everyone laughs along like it was a given that you couldn’t possibly know the sport.

You refused to answer and give in, but you were scared it came off as you not knowing the answer to the question.

You came back home feeling absolutely humiliated in front of your colleagues and it made you feel low to a point where tears had made an entrance.

Your boyfriend, calls you once you get home to check on your day, finds a crying girlfriend on facetime. He offers to cone to you but you decline. He didn’t have to come all the way. He just ended up comforting you with words. No wonder he writes songs. He has a way with sentences and metaphors.

You felt better after talking to him, almost instantly.

→Seo Myungho

You’ve been feeling worried and anxious all day, despite the fact that you’re spending an entire day with the love of your life, Minghao, something ate away at you. You heard news from mom that one of her cousins had passed. He was her age, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve felt like for her.

You’ve had friends die and natural death at this young of an age had you rattled, you couldn’t help but feel for her.

After half a day of observing you, minghao finally asked you. “Is there something on your mind?”

You explain to him every passing thought you had, even ones that only stayed for a fraction of a second.

Hao held both your hands in his, and reassured you that you’re parents are going to be okay and with you for a long time. He validates your feelings, that’s the most important thing, he never denies that the fear is rational. You loved him for that. He cups your cheek and brushed off the rogue tear that escaped your eye.

He ends up buying the both of you ice cream so you feel better.

→Kim Mingyu

“You’re crying?”

isn’t it sad? You were watching this movie ‘walk to remember’ its about a religious girl who has cancer and a boy falls in love with her as her condition worsens. She eventually dies but they manage to marry before that happens.

You couldn’t help but imagine what it must feel like to be in love with someone knowing its going to shatter your heart into million pieces when it’s their time to leave. And loving someone despite that takes so much courage.

You explain all this to mingyu and he agrees while he passes you a box of tissues he had handy. He tucks your hair behind your ears taking a good look at your crying face.

“How does someone cry so much but you’re still adorable, its unfair” he changes subject and makes you chuckle.

→Lee Dokyeom

Watching a try not to cry video with Dokyeom should not have been a plan at all, but here you were, watching dying dogs have their last day at beach, soliders reuniting with family and little kids being the sweetest.

You were both crying a little, safe to say you both lost. You giggle when you make eye contact with each other. He pulls at his tee shirt to wipe your tears that makes you giggle more.

Everytime you cried, dokyeom made sure you laughed. He’d crack the lamest of jokes or pull a funny face, he was adorable.

→Boo Seungkwan

Seungkwan was in the kitchen making dinner when you found a hand written letter on your vanity. You and Seungkwan were on two different schedules at this point, you barely got to see your boyfriend. It was devastating, but each day you pull through, because you love each other.

The letter said all the sweetest things, reassuring you that the both of you were going strong and you’d find a way to be with each other against all tides. It was a promise he made on paper.

Little did you know, you had dropped some tears on the letter. You held up the letter walking into the kitchen, “I love you for this” you croak out between tears and a tight feeling in your throat.

He comes over to hug you, he rubs your back as he tells you he wouldn’t have done it if he knew it would’ve made you cry. It was tears of happiness.

He pecks your lips and wipes your tears with the back of his palm. “Lets eat something” he says and distracts you with food.

→Choi Vernon

You were checking your grades on your phone next to Vernon who was turning the tv on.

Your head was in his chest while you logged into your student account. You were delighted to see all A’s but one C. It didn’t make sense, you had studied so hard for it. How was the grade so low? Is it wrong? Did you misunderstand questions, it was one of your weaker subjects and you had studied so hard. It was a difficult subject.

Without you realising there were some tears in your eyes. You had given it your best, was your best not good enough? Were you not smart enough for the subject matter? All sorts of self doubt and questions come to mind as you stare at your phone.

He pats your head and says you can do better next time. He’s right, there’s always a next time. What’s an accomplishment if there’s no struggle.

→Lee Chan

You met Chan's friends for the first time tonight and you were nervous. You had decided to stick by Chan's side the whole time and try to be the most extroverted you can possibly be. Being an introvert this was a huge task for you to overcome. You just wanted his friends to like you.

You've always been an outcast in school and there was a deep seated insecurity in you about making new friends or being likeable enough.

His friends were the sweetest people and made you feel included in every conversation and even explained all the inside jokes to you. You were grateful. To your surprise you didn't have to stick to his side the whole night. You sighed of relief because you didn't want to burden Chan like that.

It was a fun party and you almost cried a little by the night ended and you were alone with Chan. It was as if you found your people and your inner child was healed.

"Did you like them?"

You nodded at Chan with your eyes a little wattery, you felt stupid crying about something so trivial. But he understood what it was really about.

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Im open to requests!

[footballfanficwriter]

Absent Father

Summary:where the reader is about to give birth and Jude is not home

"When are you going to be back?" I ask as I watch him pack his bag

"In a couple of months Love" he says

"Oh"

"But don't worry it'll be over before we know it"

"Can't you pull out of the squad and say you've got an injury or something"

"You know I can't do that, they'll examine my body to check my story out"

I sigh

"Hey, it's not that bad, we'll call eachother and face time, we're gonna be ok"

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself"

"I'm trying to convince the both of us"

"Jude you know that I'm due any day now right"

"I know"

"And you won't be there by my side holding my hand or getting to witness the birth of your child" I say trying to hold back my tears

"I know baby, and I'm sorry"

"Sometimes I wish you were Just Jude Bellingham, not Jude Bellingham the Real Madrid and England Star

He stops packing and looks at me

"Sometimes I wish that as well darling, but that's not how it is"

"Yeah, I'm going to the kitchen to make a snack"

"Ok"

I leave the room and walk to the kitchen to make something to eat

As I'm busy I hear Jude come down the stairs with his bag

He places it down and walks up to me and towers over me, places a kiss on my forehead and bends down to kiss my belly

"I have to go" he says as he stands up

I come in for a hug and hug him very tightly as if by doing so I can just pause time and stop it from moving

He hugs me tightly as well indicating he doesn't wanna let go

As we're hugging the tears start coming out and I don't even try to fight them this time, i'm silently crying, and pretty sure my tears have now stained his shirt

He pulls away, looks me in the eyes and wipes the tears from my face

"I love you"

"I love you"

He kisses my forehead one more time walks to his bag and heads for the door where his driver waits for him

A week later:

I'm lying on the sofa watching a series that I'm not really paying attention to, all I'm thinking about is how scared I am and how I won't have anyone in the delivery room with me, and the person that I do want to be there is in another country

It's been difficult to talk and Face time with Jude, because he's either very busy or he's too tired to talk, if he's not training, he's doing press, if it's not press it's games, if it's not games he's out with his teammates, there's just always something happening and it makes me wonder if he's  trying to avoid me, because if he wasn't ignoring me then he would at least make the time to try and talk to me, it's always me reaching out and calling him but he never does the same

The only interactions we have nowadays is when he posts something and I like and comment under his post and he'll just reply to my comment

I honestly don't know what to do but I just keep telling myself that he's busy and can't talk

I stand up and walk upstairs to get my phone to check if I've gotten any call from Jude

The minute I grab my phone from my bed there's a warm liquid that I feel on my legs

I look down and see water on the floor

I start freaking out a bit but then compose myself and walk to my wardrobe to grab my bag

And walk downstairs and get into the car and start driving to the hospital

When I arrive at the hospital I ask the receptionist for my doctor, but she tells me that in order to see her I have to have an appointment

"Lady listen to me, I'm a Pregnant Woman that's about to give birth, are you really gonna tell me to wait to see my Doctor?"

"I'm sorry I was not aware, I'll go get her"

She walks down a passage and makes a left knocking on a door, 2 minutes later she returns with Doctor Ashley Johnson

"Mrs. Bellingham, what are you doing here?, Where's is your Husband?"

"On a business Trip" I say breathing heavily

"Can someone get this woman a wheelchair?"

A few minutes later I'm in a hospital gown and walking around my hospital room trying to Dilate myself enough to give birth to this baby and Doctor Johnson holding my hand

"So where is your husband?"

"He's away, on a Business trip"

"Your Mother?"

"We don't really get along, let's just say she's not happy with the decisions I made in my life"

"Like?"

"Marring my Husband"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing, she just didn't want me to marry someone who is from a different country number one and from a different culture"

"Your mother in law?"

"She moved back to England to be with my Father in law and brother in law"

"Siblings?"

"They are all married and even if I were to call them they are too far away"

"So I guess it's just you and me then" she says

I nod my head realizing that no one from my family is actually coming

"Yep"

After 10 hours of walking around and trying to Dilate Doctor Johnson informs me that I'm ready to give birth

She calls the rest of her team to come and assist and after two hours

A baby Boy is born

My body is tired and I just feel absolutely exhausted

"Mrs. Bellingham, we're going to clean your baby boy, you just get some rest we'll bring him right back"

"Ok" I say falling asleep

The next day I wake up feeling much better than the previous day, I turn my head to see my baby sleeping peacefully and Doctor Johnson walks into the room

"Hi, how are we doing in here?"

"We're ok, he's asleep"

"Have you spoken to your family yet?"

"No, I haven't, I'll wait for him to wake up first, then I'll make calls"

"And a name, have you decided on a name yet?"

"No I wanna call my husband first then we'll discuss it"

"Ok"

Doctor Johnson stays with me for some time until the baby wakes up

"I'll leave you to it then"

"Thank you"

I grab my phone and the first people I call are my Four sisters

They all get excited and squeal as they see the baby for the first time

"What's his name?" One of them ask

"I don't know, I'm gonna call Jude and we'll talk about it"

"Aww, he's so cute"

"Thank you"

"Congratulations sis, we're so proud of you, we wish we could be there"

I shed some tears and tell them it's fine and that we'll all meet up eventually

The next person I call is Denise.

"Hello love"

"Hi Mom, you alright?"

"Yeah, how are you"

"Oh we're fine, but I have something to show you"

I slightly turn the phone to Show her the baby and she looks in shock

"Mark, Jobe come look"

After some time Mark and Jobe appear on the screen

"Oh God he's so adorable"

"Are you ok though love"

"Yeah, I will be" I say

"What's his name?"

"I still need to call Jude, then we'll discuss it, and then we'll let everyone know

"Ok love, take care of yourself ok"

"Ok"

"We love you"

"Love you too"

The next person I call is Jude, hoping he'll pick up but he doesn't instead he sends a text

Hubby: what's up?

Me: can you call, it's important

Hubby: what is it?

Me: Jude can you pls just answer your phone it's really important

Hubby: just text me, I'm busy rn

Me: with what?

Hubby: With Trent, Madders and Hendo

Me: so you can't just excuse yourself for some time, I'm telling you that this is important why are you being difficult?"

Hubby: no actually I can't excuse myself, we're playing UNO, and I'm losing like hell

Me: oh so you would rather play a game of UNO than to hear what I have to say?

Hubby: just text it to me, I'm sure it's not a big deal

Me: if you consider the fact that you have a son not important then Yeah, it's not important

Hubby: what 🤯 are you being serious, you game birth?

Me: yeah but don't let me stop you from your game, it's most definitely more important than the birth of your son

                           Hubby ❤

                            Calling...

I decline the call

Hubby: babe answer the phone

Me: The baby is asleep, I'll call you when he wakes up, if I answer it'll wake him up

Hubby: oh c'mon don't be like that

Me: I'll call you later, get back to your game

I place my phone next to me and admire my newly born baby boy who is fully awake

"Hey Babe, welcome to the world, I'm gonna love you so much more than anything in the world"

He only giggles and cuddles further into my arms and it makes me Coo

2 months later:

Today is the day Jude comes back and to say I'm excited is an understatement we never had the discussion of the Baby's name so I just decided it Myself

And I Decided on Jamie

Ever since Jamie's birth Jude has been calling a lot more often and calling to check on us every day, which is good because then he won't miss that many Moments

Jamie is growing so fast it feels like it was just yesterday when it was just the two of us cuddling in a hospital bed, now he can crawl

Jude should be landing in a few hours and Jamie and I are preparing something to have for dinner, hopefully Jude will be here in time for dinner

Jamie however is on top of the counter grabbing things and putting them in his mouth while I prepare dinner

After making dinner, I get Jamie cleaned up and into his pajamas

And I carry him downstairs where we'll sit and wait for Jude

I'm so excited because we're about to have our first dinner as a family also adding the fact that I haven't seen Jude in almost three months

20:00( 8pm)

Jamie and I are sitting in the dinning room waiting for Jude to come home

21:00( 9pm)

Jamie has fallen asleep on my chest

22:00 ( 10pm)

Jamie is now asleep in this crib and I'm waiting for Jude while doing the dishes and packing away all the table decor that I've put out

23:00 (11:00 pm)

Fast asleep in bed

00:00 ( 12:00pm)

01:00 am

The door to the house opens and I hear Jude walk up the stairs and towards our room, the door opens and I hear him sigh and take his clothes off leaving him in his trunks

He gets into bed and kisses my shoulder

"Hello my love" he says in a husky voice

"I know you're awake, you're a light sleeper, I know you heard me come in"

I shrug him off and try to make myself comfortable on the bed

"What's wrong, are you not going to greet back"

"Hi"

"Is that all I get?"

"Yeah"

"Why are you upset i haven't seen you in 2 months and the first time I come back you give me a cold shoulder?"

"Exactly we haven't seen eachother in 2 months, and you couldn't even get home on time for dinner like you promised"

"Oh, you know I thought I told you that I was gonna be late, because Trent wanted to party for a bit before we were all headed home because we wouldn't see eachother in a long time"

"Does Trent have a two month old  baby boy who he hasn't seen ever since his birth and a wife who gave birth on her own  waiting for him at home?"

"No"

"Do you?"

"Yes"

"So please explain to me because I must be losing my mind, you had two months, two months with these people "your sheriffs" to laugh and share moments, yet your two month old son has not even shared a single moment with you and you still put your teammates before him to make moments with them and you don't even have one with your son"

He is quiet

"So is it wrong for me to assume that from now on your international teammates and club teammates will forever be the first choice no matter what?"

"No babe, you and James are the most important thing in my life and will forever be my first"

"I can't even look at you right now"

"You were not there when he was born, when we were suppose to name him , i ended up naming him myself because I had to put something on the birth certificate, you weren't there when he started crawling and now you said the wrong name yet he's your son"

"Is his name not James?"

"If you had answered your phone on that day we would have named him together" I say getting out of bed and grabbing my gown

"And his name is Jamie" I say walking out of the room and walking to Jamie's room to sleep there

The next morning I'm woken up by Jamie's cries

I walk to him and pick him out of his crib and walk to the Kitchen to find Jude making Breakfast

"Morning babe"

"What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast, I'm making French toast, still your favorite right?"

"Yeah"

"Great, have a seat it'll be ready in just a few minutes"

Jamie lays his head on my shoulder as he looks at Jude almost as if he's asking who is the guy in our Kitchen making food

He's uncomfortable

"Hey it's ok, that's your dad" I whisper into his ear and kiss his head

I walk to the dinning table and put Jamie on my lap where he stares at me and shows his gums that are without teeth

I smile down at him and shower him with kisses and he giggles

In that moment Jude walks to us and almost  immediately Jamie's head goes on my chest and he stops giggling

"Here you are"

"Thanks" I say

He takes a seat across me and looks at Jamie and sends him a small wave, but it only makes Jamie force himself further into my chest

Jude gives me a sad look and I look back at him

He clears his throat and breaks the uncomfortable silence

"So how have you been?"

"Fine, yeah I've been fine, you?"

"Yep same just really tired"

"Yeah"

The awkward silence is among us again and we eat in silence

"Fuck" he says under his breath

"How much have I missed?" He asks

"A lot more than you can imagine" I reply

"Baby, I am so sorry, when you said that I missed so much I didn't know you meant it like that to the point where my own son doesn't recognize me"

"Yeah"

"How can I make up for it?"

"I wouldn't know either Jude, Jamie is a baby, he doesn't comprehend what's happening, it not like you can just throw the words I'm sorry to him and he'll forgive you just like that"

"You're not helping, I'm asking for solutions not for you to make me feel worse than I already do"

"Well you wouldn't be feeling like this if you had been there number 1, if you had answered your phone so we could name him together and if you had made more time to talk to us"

"I called you every day"

"Did you call me when I was a week from giving birth, huh, when our only interaction would be on Social media where I was liking pictures and commenting and you were liking or replying to my comments"

"I called you guys every day, to find out how you were doing"

"For five minutes, you can't really say anything in five minutes"

"I was tired"

"But you were never too tired to go out with your teammates, right?, all that time you spent with them, could have been used to get to know your son, given how difficult it was to be there for him when he was born"

"So what, you wanted me to stay in my hotel room and be left out while everyone was enjoying themselves?"

"If you couldn't do it for me then you could have at least done it for Jamie, you were an absent father, and it's not my fault that after I tried to get you involved in his life and you refused and now he doesn't even know you"

He's quiet and just continues eating his food

After having breakfast Jamie and i walk to the Kitchen and i get started on the dishes while He sits next me with his favorite chew toy that keeps him behaving

Jude walks in

"Let me take him" he says

He goes to pick Jamie up and Jamie starts crying

I immediately leave the dishes and walk to them

"Here take over the dishes, I'll take him

"No it's fine, he'll be fine"

"No Jude let go of him, I need to feed him he hasn't been fed yet"

He let's go of Jamie and I walk to his room to feed him

After 2 hours Jamie falls asleep for his afternoon nap

And I walk to the living room to watch some TV only to find Jude watching TV

I take a seat and Jude pauses his show

"Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's asleep"

"That's good"

"Mhm"

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I know that the past 2 months have not been easy for you and that you were scared when you had to give birth to Jamie, because I wasn't there for you both"

"It's fine, you were working"

"Yeah but that's not an excuse, I feel horrible, I feel like I'll never get to have a relationship with my son if things go on like this"

"Don't say that Jude, Jamie will get use to you, eventually, maybe not tomorrow or next week, but eventually"

"You were right, if I made the time then we wouldn't be here right now having this conversation"

"True, but you made a mistake and you are rectifying it, now you know what to do and what not to next time"

He smiles at me and I return the smile

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

He scoots closer to me and places his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his

"I've missed you so much"

"I've missed you as well"

"Can you believe it, we're actually Parents now"

"Right, times like these are gonna be fewer, where it's just the two of us bringe watching Movies and series"

"That's true, we're gonna be so occupied, it's crazy"

"Yep"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

He kisses my forehead and unpause the show he was watching.

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone headcanons

Clay briefly took ballet. He took it to help with his balance bc he was a clumsy kid

Clay let Floyd play connect the dots with the freckles on his face when they were kids

Branch definitely thought some of the meals he missed were made by their grandma when they had actually been made by John Dory

Floyd and Bruce are often physically affectionate. Ones to often hug and just be touching the people they care about

The bros often sleep in a troll pile. They just want to be close with one another and know that the others are there

For a while, John is the only one who can read Branch's handwriting. He's used to reading the chicken scratch that was all of their handwriting at one point in time.

JD's handwriting is pretty in a way that it's hard to read.

Bruce abbreviates things all the time when he has to write it down. It doesn't make sense to the other brothers but as long as it makes sense to him

John never "officially" comes out as bi, it's just kind of found out and not made a big deal about, unless they're giving him shit for it

Clay is super skinny from the diet that all the putt-putt trolls had. His romper hides the fact that you can see each of his ribs and hip bones and vertebrae. Upon seeing that for the first time, John Dory is worried, he thinks he needs to feed Clay more. Bruce assures him that Clay is fine, just needs to work his way to larger portions

Floyd and John both have so many ex's

Floyd likes to draw his brothers while they're not paying attention. It's the way their muscles move more naturally and the different body types

Floyd has more piercings than just the one earring

John Dory loves nature. He could sit in the middle of the woods for hours just enjoying the sounds, the feeling of the sun on his skin and the wind. When it rains, he wants to just go stand in the rain

That being said, JD has tracked mud through the bunker and it pisses Branch off

JD chews on pens and pencils, never let him borrow yours unless you're ok with it getting chewed on.

If John could, he would carry Rhonda. She's his baby and he loves her.

John Dory has pretended to be eaten by Rhonda just to freak his brothers out and it worked.

Both JD and Branch have trouble sleeping so sometimes you'll find one of them in the others bed

Clay, John and Floyd often will forget what they were doing and stand there, spinning around in a circle saying "what was I doing? What was I doing?" Before either remembering or giving up for a moment to remember minutes later. It's funny for Branch and Bruce to watch as they try and remember.

Clay is a koala type cuddler. He latches on and doesn't let go. So is John and Branch.

The reason JD and Clay don't get along is because they're a lot a like. They don't see it, even if someone points it out.

Floyd can't sit in a chair properly to save his life

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

Sup mah dude! I've just finished binge reading your HH hcs and I freaking love them! ✨ If you're still taking requests, may I get how getting married with our demon boi Alastor would be like? From what lead him to deciding he was gonna marry our reader, how he proposes, what's the marriage gonna be like, etc., etc. And if you can, maybe include how our other main characters would react? Thank you for blessing us ❤️✌️

Wassup! I hope you enjoy this fluffy bundle of fluff!

Alastor decided he was going to marry you the moment he came to term with his feelings. He hasn't even thought about courting anyone since, well he was alive! Even then it was mostly to please his dear mother!

He can't recall a time he's ever felt this way about anyone before, and if he was ever going to marry someone he knew it'd be you.

Of course he's a gentlemen though, he won't start with that. No no no, it simply won't do.

He'll test it out first. Make sure you two are actually compatible. It'll be a few years before he starts asking subtle hints about what you like it rings, like certain cuts or perhaps gold vs silver, ring size.

To be safe you don't know, he'll buy you a ring for you birthday to throw you off.

And once he's done browsing and has found the most perfect, stunning ring he'll propose.

He'll make sure it's your anniversary to once again throw you off, and take you out to the best restaurant. He'll make sure to plan quite a few activities, and at the end he'll take you for a walk. Of somewhere private and most importantly quiet with the most beautiful view you could possibly find in hell.

He'll find the perfect opportunity to step back, while you're distracted by the site seeing to kneel and just wait patiently for you to turn around.

And the moment you say yes he's up and slipping that ring on your finger with a peck to your forehead.

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Charlie was flabbergasted. She didn't think Alastor would ever, in a million years, propose and get married. Although that didn't stop her excitement. She's quick to congratulate you two and squeeze you both in a big old hug!

Vaggie really couldn't care less, she was shocked but just doesn't care as much. Giving a smile congratulations and a smile. She does wonder if you have magical, voodoo love spells or something though..

Angel Dust most certainly said something inappropriate and is now trying to fight off a pissy Alastor during all the congrats.

Sir Pentious is just "Really? That's who you want to marry? For the rest of your life that's who you want to be stuck with? I'm not judging.. but I'll be praying for you dear!"

Husk gives no fucks, he tried warning you and you ignored him. It'll be your own bad decision he already made his. No congrats either.

Nifty is jittery and beyond excited. Talking and asking questions a mile per minute. Climbing all over you while she does. She also can't believe Alastor will be married, what is your secret to a bad boy's heart! Tell. Her.

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The wedding is most certainly in cannibal town, it's the place close to Alastor's heart. It reminds him so much of his era in life, honestly can't imagine the wedding taking place anywhere else.

He would prefer if the wedding was more traditional, such as you wearing a white dress/tux. But if you would prefer a dress/tux of a different color he will be willing to bend since he wants you to be just as happy as he will be.

He'll also want it to be very, very small. Just a few people.

He will try to do most of the work so you don't have to worry about anything.

Rosie will most certainly be the wedding officiant, she got certified just for him! She didn't expect an Ace in the hole such as Alastor to ever get married and is beyond excited to do this for him!

Zestial is his best man, and the rest of his best "men" are Husk (who was most certainly forced to be there) and Nifty.

He didn't care who you chose as your best, as long as it wasn't Lucifer.

He'll most certainly go for a red and black theme and hope you agree.

The flowers would be deep red roses with black lilies, with a small touch of pink roses just to brighten it a bit.

Cake would most certainly be yellow, with black frosting and deep red frosting roses on it, decorated beautifully.

He'd pretty much make sure the whole wedding was perfect and beautiful. Just for you.

Zestial will be walking you down if your Father isn't in hell. He doesn't want you to walk alone down the aisle!

His vows would be

"You know dear, you are very special to me. There isn't a single soul in heaven or hell that could possibly make me feel the way I do for you. You're one in a million! A random, wild chance that I will never take for granted! The first and only one that could ever warm my heart! I promise that I will always take care of you and protect you until the very end! A promise that will never be broken, forever and always my darling."

He'll make sure no one can see the sealing kiss, but he most certainly seals that shit. You are his now, always.

Zestial will also act as your father for the first dance and give you away to Alastor after as well, if your Father isn't present. Just to keep things traditional and make you happy.

Of course the music is played from a radio and of course it's mostly Jazz.

After it's all said and done and you're home, Alastor might feel the very rare want to have sex. But if not he'll hold you close and read to you from one of your favorite books without his radio static. He'll have tea and snacks on the side table for you to enjoy as you listen to him speak. If you doze off he'll change you into some pajamas and lay down you down in bed before getting ready and laying with you and holding you close.

Then it will be your turn to plan the honeymoon, he will let you have free reign to decided where you'd like to go and what you would like to do and only give input if you ask for it.

[srjlvr]

enha hyung line! — as parents <3

hyung-line!enha x fem!reader ! | genre: fluff ! | wc: 1.8k+ ! | warnings: enha as fathers, kids, mentions of food, not proofread ! | note: i thought about it while having some of our family members over and watching them taking care of their (vv annoying) kids !

— ✧ heeseung ♡

“IM GONNA BE A FATHER” would literally scream this out every time he’s outside.

took him a while to really realize the fact that he’s going to be responsible for a living soul and suddenly he freaks out.

did everything to be prepared and finally after 9 months he held his daughter in his hands.

would probably use his angelic voice to sing lullabies to the baby.

tells you he hopes her first words would be ‘mama’ but secretly whispers “say dada” to her whenever you’re not listening.

would send you off to work so he could stay together with the baby and even would take her to his work as well.

he would be tired as hell at nights when the baby wakes up crying, but he’d always get up before you and would force you to lay down and fall back asleep while he takes care of the situation.

he’d be the coolest dad ever! would teach his daughter basketball even at such a young age, and would support everything that she wants to do.

would be so overprotective and will go like “dont talk to my daughter like that!” whenever someone speaks badly about her.

he’d be so openly with her and would talk about whatever! when it comes to question about ‘how to make kids’, he’d just say that it’s not the time to explain.

as she grows older, he’d get too emotional all the time and would take pictures of everything his child does.

each morning would help her get ready and send her off to school with kisses and “i love you”s

so so so supportive and comforting person, as a father he’d do everything to make his daughter happy.

would be a little worried and overprotective about parties as his daughter grows older, but he trusts her enough to let her do what she wants. as long as she’s being safe.

“hey dad, can we go play some basketball?” your daughter asked. “but i prepared dinner already” you frowned a bit, expecting to eat with your family already.

“eat some snack in the meantime baby, we’ll be back in an hour” heeseung pecked your lips and hugged you. he then grabbed the ball and tossed it to your daughter.

“bye mom!” “bye love!” they both said. “wait!” you stopped them. they both froze and looked at you, you quickly got closer and put on your sports shoes, “the loser washes the dishes for a week” you smirked.

heeseung ended up loosing, watching his daughter and the love of his life getting so excited over playing together had always been his weakness.

— rest of the members under the cut !

— ✧ jay ♡

*insert shocked af emoji* — that would be his reaction after realizing he’s going to be a dad.

“i’ll cook you everyday and style you each morning, we’re going to have so much fun!” literally speaks to your tummy all day.

gets super excited and thrilled to the due date, prepared everything from A to Z and even asked his parents for some tips.

“i know nothing about babies but i can cook and i have good style…?” like 😭✋🏻✋🏻

almost fainted holding his son after 9 months of talking to him through your tummy, but held on a big smiled finally realizing his biggest dream came true.

before you’re coming back home he made sure the house is fully secured and safe for babies.

he’s just worried for the new family member that’s all :(

the softest dad ever! won’t stop snapping pictures and talking about his son with whoever he can.

would wake up early everyday to prepare breakfast for the little one, and would slowly and surely wake up him and help him eat.

wouldn’t give you a chance to overwork yourself, he’d tell you to rest and he’d take care of everything.

ngl i think he’d spoil his son so much and he would buy him anything he wants just bc he wants to see his son happy☹️

MATCHING OUTFITS is a must!! being the best stylist that he is, he LOVES to dress up his son and would match with him as well.

would teach him how to treat people (esp women!) right since basic manners is hella important.

tbh i also think he’d be like so chill about his child going to parties and all when growing up and he’d even drop him off and pick him up whenever he needs.

“how’s the food?” jay asked after setting his plate next to your plate, in front of his son. “good as always” your son smiled warmly at you.

“also, can you drop me off at (friends name)’s? we’re just gonna go out later, i’d be back before 1AM” he added. “sure, me and your mom are going on a date today so we’ll drop you off on our way” jay said, looking at you lovingly and pecking your nose.

“disgusting” your son rolled his eyes and you giggled. “you’re just jealous aren’t you?” “let’s show him some love”

both of you and jay got up and dragged your son to the sofa, tickling him and laughing about his cute reaction, but ending up the fight with a tight family hug.

— ✧ jake ♡

his reaction would be so precious when he’d found out about the pregnancy. literally called his mom and the rest of his family a second after you decided it’s time to officially tell everyone.

“do whatever you feel like doing as long as you’re not overworking yourself and putting yourself in danger” type of person.

would be so hyped up and would prepare himself mentally every day that in a few months he’d have a new family member.

after nine months he let out some happy tears, watching his son sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“you took care of him nine months now let me take care of him” — would use it as an excuse to be alone with the baby.

bought so many baby clothes beforehand and doesn’t know what to do when the baby is growing so fast and the clothes are already tiny on him.

cries every time something emotional happens, as if his hormones are higher than yours😮‍💨.

really wants his son to have an australian accent so he’s showing him australian baby-friendly videos.

he’d be the funniest dad ever! the one that even his son’s friends would like because he’s so easygoing and funny.

oh and let’s talk about the gaming station he’d build for him and his son to play together, they’d spend all day in the room without getting out, leaving you all alone.

as funny and easygoing he is, i think he might be a little overprotective as well. as his son became a teenager and started going to parties, he became a bit scared, so he texts every once in a while to check if his son is still alive.

i think he’d also be super thrilled when his son would get a significant other and would make sure to have a conversation with him about “how to treat your significant other right”.

he would also take his son to late night walks, just to talk about his concerns and everything he needs, he always makes sure his son knows he’d do pretty much everything to see his smile.

“nice one! go to your left!” jake yelled as his fingers moved fast on the keyboard and his eyes roamed around the computer screen. “they’re attacking from everywhere!” your son groaned.

as another game ended with a fail, jake looked over his son and pat his shoulder, “it’s okay, it doesn’t mean we suck at this game” he hugged his disappointed son.

“boys! i prepared some snacks! get out and let’s hang out!” you called them out for the hundredth time today. “your mother is looking for attention” jake giggled.

“let’s play one more game and then go” his son plead and jake smiled, “how can i say no to you?”

— ✧ sunghoon ♡

“so you’re telling me,” he froze, “that there’s a human being growing in your tummy right now?” *insert dumbfounded emoji*

oh this boy would be so scared for his life, i think he’d mostly be scared of the thought that he wont be able to take care of you right.

that’s why he prepared himself in any kind of way. he read books, went to get some tips from his mother and even his grandma, he wants to be so perfect and he wants to make everything more comfortable and easy for you.

so when he finally held his daughter’s tiny fingers, he cried happy tears. he cried because now his job is to raise his beautiful daughter and protect her from any costs.

since he’s so well prepared, he wasn’t even worried a bit once she started crying and waking up so late at nights nonstop.

would tell her stories and talk to her all day, entertaining her as much as he can, it’s also not his fault, his daughter is just so cute and adorable.

“i can’t believe i’m a father” he goes around the house giggling and playing with his daughter.

would tease you so much when her first words are ‘dada’ and not ‘mama’ — would be like “what can i say? she loves me more” with such a huge smirk on his face.

just like him, he hopes his daughter would take interest in ice skating, so as she grew old, he took her to one of the nearest ice rinks, and singed her up for classes when he saw she was actually enjoying it.

he’d be so supportive and so understanding, would always take her to practices and you two would always show up for her shows and would even skate with her if you’d feel like it.

likes to do different hairstyles and would just go with the flow, one day it can be ponytails and the other day it could be a simple braid.

he’d actually also go around and be like “do you see her? she’s my daughter, she’s so cute isnt she?”.

in general he’d be the softest dad ever! as his daughter grows old, he’d plant some morning kisses on her cheeks and would tell her that he loves her dearly and would send her off to school.

“dad! i have practice in about half an hour!” your daughter noted and sunghoon immediately gasped, “right right! let’s go!” he said and grabbed your hand as well.

“huh? aren’t you just dropping her off? why do i need to come too?” you asked, “because,” he smiled, “she’s our daughter and we need to watch her practice”

“i also wanted us to have a dinner date today, all of us together, it’s been a while since we went to hang out all three of us” he said, “because you always take her to grab some ice cream after practice” you teased and he shrugged.

“we got the best daughter ever” he smiled. “i know” you replied and he then pecked your lips, “thank you, for making me become a father”

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Needed you pt1

-warnings// fluff, a lotta angst and implied smut

-a lil summary// Dean acts like an ass, Castiel saves the day yayyy

Castiel x reader

word count//1626

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"You're such an asshole Dean! I have every right to go on this hunt the same way you and sam do!" You demanded frustrated by the way Dean was banning you from the hunt, so what if you matched the witches victims, you've been a hunter just as long as they were having being brought into it by your parents

"The answers no Y/N we're not risking it!" Dean yelled packing his weapons in his duffel bag as Sam stood silent watching the fight take place not knowing what to do, you rolled your eyes crossing your arms over chest

"it's my life Dean and I can take as many damn risks as I want, especially when it comes to hunting" you yelled back at him your face growing redder by the second

Dean turned to face you his face full of anger "it's not your life I'm worried about, if Sam and I are worried about saving your ass every damn hunt we're gonna wind up dead and I ain't letting that happen so either shut up and research or find someone else to hunt with!" Dean yelled before grabbing his bag

You felt your eyes burn with tears taking in what he just said, Sam grew angry at the comment and he stepped forward to his brother "what the hell is wrong with you Dean" he was angry you were there friend for years knowing them since you were kids, you were family to them, well to Sam at least

"what Sam it's true, she doesn't pull her weight! how many hunts have you gotten bit or stabbed or shot at because Y/N needed help? At least Cas helps out!" Dean said storming out the motel door towards the impala

Sam sighed and turned to face you, taking note of the tears streaming down your face, he pulled you into his arms his large hand cradled the back of your head as your cried into his chest "just ignore him Y/N he's just being a jerk, you do everything for us I mean you've saved our lives more times than I can count, just sit this one out till I figure out what's making him lash out" Sam said and you knew he was right, being anywhere near dean would kill you right now

You nodded against Sam's chest sniffling as you pulled away "I'll be okay you head on out" Sam gave you a sad look and placed his hands on your shoulders "please don't leave just stay here, order takeout and we'll be back in 2 days tops" Sam said, he know you like the back of his hand considering you guys were best friends for over 15 years and he knew you would be thinking of packing up and heading off by yourself

"Okay I promise sweetie I'll wait right here, now you go be safe and come back in one piece" you said giving him a quick hug "I will don't worry about me, hey look if you get bored maybe call Cas he wouldn't mind keeping you company" Sam joked nudging your arm knowing of your feelings for the handsome angel

"Yeah yeah just you head on out" you joked pushing Sam to the door shutting it and quickly doing the locks, once you were alone you let your back hit the door as you slid down holding your head to your knees as your cried, you felt so worthless like you were nothing but a burden to the boys, even Castiel, you appreciated Sam's comfort but it didn't ease the pain.

Looking up from your huddled position when you heard a flutter of wings and low and behold the celestial was stood staring at you confused "you're crying? Who's done this" Castiel asked as he nearly down to your level placing his hand on your knee "I'm okay Cas really don't worry about it" you spoke quickly freaking embarrassed having been caught crying

Castiel gave a look as he squinted his eyes, taking in your features "if it's made this upset of course I'll worry about" Castiel said taking your hands in his pulling you up to a standing position, he placed his hands on your face as he gently wiped your tears away "please tell what happened honeybee?" He begged making you break into tears once more

You and the angel sat on the bed, his arm around your waist holding you to him as you told him about your fight with dean. Castiel was tense as you spoke feeling completely enraged towards the older Winchester "he shouldn't say things like that to you" Castiel was said as he twirled a strand of your hair, helping to calm your breathing

You eventually fell asleep on Castiel's shoulder as you both lay on the bed sitting against the headboard, Castiel stared at your sleeping face noting the red tones on your raw cheeks, he pulled out his phone and hit deans contact, normally he would go to where the boys were, but you looked so peaceful he didn't want to disrupt that

"Hey Cas what's up?" Deans gruff voice came from the phone "well I'm not happy considering I found Y/N crying alone " Cas replied annoyed

Dean sighed before answering "just stay out of it Cas it's not a big deal" Castiel only grew angrier at this "yes dean it is, how could you say that to her" cas whisper yelled down the phone "it's between Y/N and i so just mind your own damn business!" Dean yelled before hanging up the phone, Castiel let out a frustrated sigh and placed his phone on the night stand.

A few hours later you woke up to the feeling of fingers moving slowly through your hair, you looked up from your place on Castiel's chest "hey you stayed?" You questioned knowing the angel didn't need sleep "of course, you were upset I wouldn't leave you alone when you're upset" cas said as if stating the obvious

"That's really sweet of you cas I really needed a friend tonight" you leaned in giving the angel a hug which he was hesitant to reciprocate, still getting used to human antics

"I'll always be there when you need me" he said pulling back from the hug gently his blue orbs staring into your eyes "th-that means a lot Cas thank you" you stuttered out feeling awkward his intense stare at you.

Castiel placed his hands either side of your face, he battled an internal thought, before you could ask him what was wrong, he was leaning forward capturing your lips in his own, you were shocked at first Castiel had never shown interest in you other than friendship

Once the shock had worn off you kissed back immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, after a few minutes Cas pulled away from the kiss "I uh w-what was that for?" You questioned still enchanted by the way his lips felt on yours

"Sam and I talked, he told me what it meant when I felt a fluttering sensation in my abdomen when I was with you and how I should talk to you about it" Cas said his striking blue eyes staring into your own as he spoke

"Are you saying you like me?" You asked and Cas leaned forward giving you another small kiss before pulling back once more "I find myself falling for you more everyday" Cas said and you smiled feeling your heart beating a thousand miles an hour "I really like you too Cas"

You leaned forward pushing cas down to the bed as you captured his lips in a searing kiss and straddled his hips, he ran his hands from your waist down to your thighs as he gripped them tightly "I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw you" you said panting as you pulled back slightly only to move your kisses down his neck

He groaned when you nipped at the spot under his jaw "your the only human I have ever felt feelings for Y/N" cas said as his hand grasped your ass holding you close to him as you grinder your hips down softly against his growing your shirt off your body leaving you in your black lace bra as you kissed your way back to his lips.

Breathless you lay against Castiel's bare chest, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat "that was pretty amazing" you murmured against his skin, Castiel ran his hand up and down your waist “yes I quite liked it, I would like to do it again” Castiel replied

“Oh really?” You asked, Castiel nodded “yes, but only with you” Castiel said, you smiled looking up at him as you moved to leave a kiss on his kiss swollen lips “I’d really like to do that again with you too Cas” you said as you cuddled back into his side.

It was later and the room was in complete darkness, you slept soundly against the angel who remained awake, staying determined to protect you if any evil came lurking through the night, a buzzing coming from the phone that lay in your bag, it was seemingly unnoticed by the angel as he was too focused on the feel of your bare skin against his

It was a message from Dean…

‘Hey sweetheart, listen I’m really sorry for how much of an ass I was to you before leaving, I didn’t mean any of it, I know that’s no excuse, I think we should have a talk when Sammy and I come back, just us, I want to talk to you about some things.’

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[johnkahner]

hello! You could make headcanons of the brothers Lin Kuei and sub zero and Scorpion from mk11 (separated) who go to her partner's family reunion and her family starts insulting her for things she didn't do and even that she doesn't deserve to be with the character, but the because the reader is shy and nervous, she does not say anything and feels hurt by her family's words, the character decides to defend her honor.

Another request I would like to ask you is with sub zero and Scorpion from mk11 (separated) when the reader is kidnapped and found half beaten and bleeding. They get angry when they see their partner in that state and all hell breaks loose

Greetings from Argentina!🥰

AN: Hello! I don't think I have interacted with someone from Argentina. I'm from one of the southern states in the United States. I will write and post your other request separate from this one. I kinda struggled writing this one ngl. I hope you enjoy it. Not proof read.

Notes: Female! Reader, Mean Family

The two of you arrive at the reunion, and he offers to get you some refreshments so you have time to reconnect with your family by yourself. Once he walked away the insults and complaints started rushing at you like they were bullets to your self-confidence. You stood there with your head down and body trembling. You don’t say anything to them, but their words are hurting you. When he returns with your favorite drink, he hears someone say words that pissed him off. 

“I don’t see how anyone could love anyone like you, scum.” 

Bi-Han / Sub-Zero

When Bi-Han hears someone say that, he is pissed. How dare someone say that to his girlfriend! The surrounding area is now cold, and ice is starting to form near him. He rushes over to the person who said that he starts to beat them up till their face is all bloodied up. He didn’t care if they were your relatives, no one has the right to talk to you like that. When he’s done with that he walks over to you and kisses the top of your head. You two begin to leave and what he says to everyone there has them scared for their lives. 

“That was a warning. If this ever happens again there will never be a next time.”

Kuai Liang / Scorpion

When Kuai Liang hears someone say that, he is worried. Why is your family treating you this way? He didn’t think that they would be this blatantly rude about you with him here, even if he was just away from you for a few moments. He would walk over to the person that said that place a hand on their shoulder, and say, “What gives you the right to say that about her? I think you are the scum here.” Not only does the person freak out, he would slowly begin to add heat to their shoulder till flames slowly begin to appear. They rush off. He walks over to you, puts his arm around you, and kisses your forehead. 

“Let’s leave, these people don’t deserve to have you in their presence.”

Tomas Vrbada / Smoke

When Tomas hears someone say that, he is panicked. He is reminded of how Bi-Han treats him. The words may not be the exact same, but he doesn’t want you to be treated in this manner. He would march over to the person who said that, and punch them in the face. Just hard enough to break their nose. He would then make his way over to you. He pulls you into a hug. His embrace is full of warmth and security. 

“If you want, we don’t have to interact with them again. If that is what you want.”

Kuai Liang / Sub-Zero

When Kuai Liang hears someone say that, he is distraught. He understands that not all families are harmonious, but he feels uneasy when it involves you. You’re the only person that is there for him, so it’s only natural for him to do the same for you. He would only need to stand menacingly and glare at the person that said those words to you. That would be the one and only warning to your family. As you two leave the reunion, he has an arm wrapped around you. 

“Please do not take their false words to heart. You are the one and only for me. I love you.”

Hanzo Hasashi / Scorpion

When Hanzo hears someone say that, he is fuming. Why on earth would your own family, your flesh and blood, talk to you like this. It took him a long time to try, and find love again after what happened to Harumi. After everything he has been through you were his anchor after the two of you met. He knows he needs to be your anchor at this moment. He would approach the person, grab them by the throat, and throw them to the ground. Scaring everyone around, but you were not scared. You had a feeling if he heard any of their words it would piss him off. He would grab you by the hand, holding it securely, and the two of you would leave. 

“I love you so much. Let me be the one to protect you in times like this.” 

[spidernuggets]

Hiiii

If you don't mind could you maybe write something where Jason and reader get in argument but really it's just Jason being paranoid and accusing her of something she didn't even do, and the argument plus the fact that he doesn't believe her makes her start crying and he just like calls her a crybaby or pathetic or some stupid insult and then leaves but then he finds out she was actually telling him the truth and just how Jason would be after that, would he feel so bad that he avoids her and inadvertently makes it worse or would he immediately go beg forgiveness and apologise?

Jason Todd x Reader

"God, stop crying. This is so pathetic of you. Going off with some guy and then crawling back to me,"

The champagne flute Jason was holding in his hand looked like it was going to break as he watched you talk to some other guy across the room.

It was Stephanie's birthday, and she decided to go big and bold as she usually does each year. She used Bruce's gala hall as her birthday venue and was so excited when you told her that you'd attend.

Of course, Jason attended with you since he goes to Stephanie's birthday every year, but this year, he wasn't so pleased, especially with the way the guy touched your shoulder as you laughed at a joke that Jason presumed was the worst joke in existence.

Jason was having a conversation with another guest, but by the time he turned to see if you were still at the same spot that you were standing at, you were gone.

And so was the guy.

He walked around the hall, frantically searching for you, only imagining the worse.

Were you kidnapped? Did the guy hurt you?

But when he turned to the giant double doors, he saw you walking in. You were laughing. You came in, and you were laughing with that stupid guy.

So that's where you were? Off to who know where with some other guy? What were you doing with him? Where exactly did you go with him?

Jason's insecurities started bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to throw up. One of his worst nightmares came true. You found someone better than him.

Jason was about to storm up to you. Grab you, take you home with him. But Stephanie interrupts, grabbing a hold of his arm.

"Hey, where are you going?" She asks, beaming at him, clearly having a great time.

Jason didn't want to ruin her happiness. But to him, this was far more important.

"Sorry, Steph. I'm beat. I think I'm going to go home. Happy birthday, though," he lowly says, giving Stephanie a light, quick hug before leaving. And Stephanie caught how miserable he looked, and began to get worried.

"Yeah, and I can't believe she-" You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Stephanie with a worried look on her face.

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she just points to the dejected man leaving the hall.

Your eyes widen before saying by to you guy friend and wishing Stephanie a happy birthday before running towards your boyfriend.

By the time you catch up with him, the two of you are far from the hall.

You grab Jason by the shoulder, making him stop in his tracks.

"Jay? Why are you leaving? If you're too tired, you could've told me. I would've left with you," you said softly, testing the waters of his mood, trying not to push any buttons that might cause an outburst.

"Why would you? You seemed pretty nice and cosy next to your little guy friend," he hissed, shurgging your hand off of him.

You took offence to his comment. "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

Jason turns to face you. "It means that you don't have to deal with me anymore. Seeing as you ran off with him somewhere for a good while. What? Does he know how to show you a better time."

You couldn't believe what you're hearing. "Jason Peter Todd. If you're accusing me of something, why not just say it straight."

"Fine. You're cheating on me. That's what that was, right? Leaving me all night to talk to some freak," he spits.

Your heart breaks at his words. How can he say that to you? After all the times you've shown him nothing but your love and affection.

You laugh out of spite. "Wow. Is that really how low you think of me, Jason? You think I'm some.. some bitch that would go off to someone else who isn't you?"

That was supposed to be a rhetorical question. A question that would make Jason think about his accusations. But it took a turn.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah maybe you are."

He didn't mean to say that. Why would he say that? He's just so angry and insecure but he didn't mean to project any of that onto you.

Usually, in times where Jason would break down like this, you'd leave, give him some space to calm down. But you're too upset to even walk away.

"How dare you!" You yell. You feel your eyes sting, and your vision starts to blur. " I've been nothing but loyal to you this whole relationship! And you have the audacity to accuse me?? That guy is just a friend that I happen to know from work!" You start to cry, your voice breaking, choking on a sob.

What you say doesn't comprehend to Jason. His head is filled with voices that won't leave him alone.

They found someone better. They're even more angry at you. They're going to leave you. They're crying to guilt trip you.

Jason rolls his eyes. "God, stop crying. This is so pathetic of you. Going off with some guy and then crawling back to me," he lowly says, sending nothing but a hateful glare to you.

What the fuck was happening. Those eyes used to look so soft and loving. Now, it's full of sadness and hatred.

Jason doesn't give you a chance to respond as he walks away. You follow him a bit, seeing him go out the doors of the manor, hopping on his bike and drive away without you.

You stood there. You felt paralysed. You sobs grew louder as you tried to muffle them, bring both hands to your face. Your tears started to ruin your makeup, and you couldn't feel like you can even stand any longer.

You were about to drop to the floor, but luckily, Stephanie and Cass were close behind you, searching for where you and Jason went off to. Stephanie held you close on the ground while Cass crouched beside you, a comforting hand on your shoulder.

After the party, Steph offered you to stay in her room. She went around the manor, looking for clothes and pyjamas that you would feel comfortable in.

You highly appreciated her kindness. But you still felt so numb and empty inside. You're still unsure what happened. Did Jason break up with you?

Stephaine, Cass, and Barbara each visited you throughout the days, checking up on you, assuring you that it wasn't your fault, that men suck, and to give Jason time to tantrum his feelings out himself.

It's been a couple of days now, magbe 2 weeks since that night. You've heard that Jason only came in at least 4 times, only to visit the BatCave for vigilante kind of meetings.

Those 4 times, all the girls have been ignoring Jason, sending him knives through their glares.

Jason came by today to drop off some files about the Riddler. He expected no one in the BatCave, but he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

He turned to see Babs, Cass, and Steph behind him, all their arms crossed and giving him a hateful look.

"What?" He said. They weren't sure if he was clueless or just didn't want to talk.

"What?? What! What the hell was that? Accusing them of cheating, are you serious?" Steph yelled at him, makimg Jason slightly wince. Everyone knows it's bad when Stephanies pissed off.

"If they weren't, then where the hell did they go?" he mutters.

Babs pinched the bridge of her nose. "News flash, genius. There was an open bar outside the hall. The two just webt to grab a drink."

"Oh yeah? So why were they so chummy with some rando?"

"Oh my go- That's their coworker, Kev! And also my friend! We all hung out with him a couple of times, man! Plus, he has a boyfriend!" Stephanie yells, whipping out her phone, showing a pic of her, you, Kev, and another guy beside Kev, who was kissing him on the cheek.

After stuffing her phone back in her pocket, Jason looked like a kicked puppy.

"Steph's room. Now." Barb says. Jason slightly nods and heads out the cave, going up to Steph's room.

He knocks three times on the door. He heard no answer. And there was no answer the next three times he knocked.

He slowly opened the door to peek and saw a lump in the blankets on the bed.

A small smile grows on his lips as he saw you peacefully sleeping. But when he crouches beside the bed to take a closer look at you, he takes note of your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and his heart broke.

You shifted in your sleep, your body turning away from him.

"I didn't say you can come in," you muttered.

Jason sighs. "I know. Will you look at me... please?"

You scoff. "This is so pathetic of you. Accusing me of cheating and then crawling back to me," you say, your voice hoarse as you mocked his words from that night.

"I know, darling. It is. It is pathetic. I had no right to accuse you. I was... I was so jealous. I thought you finally found someone better than me. That you'd finally leave me. I thought that if I left first, it wouldn't hurt as much. But it still did. It hurt so much," his voice started to break, and tears started travelling down his cheek. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm so sorry, my darling. I love you so much."

One second turns to two. Then a minute goes by. One long, long minute. Jason tries hard not to sob in front of you as he gets up and begind to take his leave, harshly wiping his tears.

"It's kinda cold," you say quietly. Jason turns to you. You can see the confusion on his face. But you can also see his red nose and wet cheeks.

You lift the blanket from the empty spot beside you. "You coming in or what?" You ask. This makes Jason break into another sob, quickly wiping the tears away from his face as he awkwardly takes the empty spot beside you.

He wraps his arms around you as you nuzzle yourself into his chest.

"I'm sorry," he says once more, his voice cracking.

"I don't know if I can forgive you yet, Jay," you say. "But right now, I just want to be with you." Jason sniffles, burying his face to the crown of your head as you placed a light kiss to his Adam's apple.

"As much as this is cutely bitter-sweet, if you two are gonna cuddle, do it in Jason's room. I will not have couple cooties all over my bed," Steph says out of nowhere. Both your heads look over to the door where you see Babs, Steph, and Cass standing where Cass awkwardly waves.

"Yeah, yeah, we're going," you say, getting up, pulling Jason with you.