#thank you people who waited in line until 3am

[my-deer-friend]

✅ 72.9% turnout - highest since the fall of communism

✅ projected majority for the democratic opposition

✅ 600k overseas voters registered

✅ considerably fewer than expected votes for Konfederacja

✅ referendum invalid

Lads, I call that a win.

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The Perfect Pair

Miles Morales x fem!Reader

2.4K words

Summary: Miles would do anything to keep you out of harms way. But what if the only way to protect you is to hurt you in the process?

Miles rapidly bounced his knee up and down.

He was sitting on the variety of red and orange seats of the New York City subway while looking at your contact on his phone. He eyeballed the picture that lit up his screen every time you called—a candid photo he took of you mid-giggle-fit with your mouth open and your eyes shut tight.

His thumb hovered above the call button for what felt like forever to him. The longer he waited, the more anxious he got and and his knee bounced, and bounced, and bounced… and now he was calling you. Miles physically froze; paralyzed. His eyes widened, his breath halted, and his heart pounded.

“Your message has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system (347-).”. Miles blew out a sigh from his lips, hung up, and hunched over his knees, thanking whoever decided not to put cell phone service underground.

Miles loved you. That was a fact nobody could deny. You were all everyone ever heard him talk about. You were his first thought when he woke up in the morning and the last face he imagined when he closed his eyes at night. With you being everything he absorbed, the last thing Miles wanted to do was hurt you.

News had been circulating around about “Spider-Man's Potential Lover?” with various pictures of him swinging around the city with you attached to him . Paparazzi were ruthless and would do anything to get a glimpse of gossip at the expense of your safety, and Miles would not have any of that. If you were revealed as Spider-Man’s lover, then his parents (and yours) would know about his double life. Everyone who knew you and him would know. That possibility would put you and everyone around him in danger. And villains wouldn't hesitate to do something horrible just to get to him.

It’s to keep her safe, he reasoned with himself.

Truthfully, he couldn't stand the thought of another person he loved dying because of him. Miles would rather go the rest of his life knowing you're safe from a distance instead of standing atop your grave. If Spider-Man was bound to lose the people closest to him, then Miles couldn't be close to you anymore.

She’ll understand; he tried to convince himself, right?

…

Meanwhile, in your room, you sat alone in the dark. Your only source of light was that of your phone, which illuminated your face and nothing else. “‘The stars sure are beautiful tonight. Too bad you can’t see them, Toph!’” you huffed out a laugh at that line. You were watching Avatar: The Last Airbender, a show you initially introduced to Miles for the two of you to watch together, but actively watched without him when he wasn’t around.

…which, when you thought about it, seemed to be more often than not recently.

Of course, this was the routine for the entirety of your relationship with Miles. He was around, but not really. In class during roll call, Mr. Morales was almost never there to announce himself as present. During a date at your favorite burger spot, Miles had to leave early because of a car accident on Clinton Street. A text you sent at 3PM on a weekday wouldn’t get a response until 5PM. You knew of his responsibility and the toll it took on him in every way, shape, and form. So, when he didn’t call or text at night, when he got home at 3AM from patrol, you knew the ‘why’ and didn’t get upset because you understood that this is what it meant to be in a relationship with a superhero.

This will all pass, you presumed, …right?

A triple knock on your window brought you out of your onslaught of spiraling thoughts. You didn’t have to turn around for your brain to register who was behind the glass. You turned off your phone, rolled out of bed, and strided to your window in one big swift movement, then opened it to be face to face with him. You noticed he wasn’t in his suit, which wasn’t unusual, but if he wanted to spend time with you, he could just have used the front door. You made a mental note to tease him about that later.

“Hey!” you breathed with an infectious smile, all while grabbing one of his hands into yours to keep him sturdy as he ducked under the window frame and into your room.

“Hey, Y/N.” he muttered. You kissed him upon his greeting, muffling his annunciation of your name.

“How was your night?”

“Oh, it was fine,” he shrugged. “You know… beat a couple’ve bad guys… the usual.

Miles stuffed his hands in his pockets, nervously rocking back and forth from heel to toe. “So, what about you? How was your day?”

“The same— well, I mean, I didn't beat up a couple of bad guys, but y'know… the usual,” you answered. “Oh! I— uh… may or may have not watched a couple of episodes of Avatar—”

“You didn’t!”

“I said I may or may not have. I never said I did!” you chided playfully.

“How many episodes did you watch?”

“... Eight,” you said, through gritted teeth.

“What!” Miles threw his head back in mock despair. “That's practically an entire season!”

"No, it's not!" you insisted. "Just because I watched ahead doesn’t mean I can't rewatch it with you!" At that, you and Miles burst out laughing with squinted eyes, covered mouths to muffle yourselves, and smile lines that pierced into your cheeks, but not too loudly; your parents were home.

Miles watched you through the slits of his eyes while you were hunched over with one arm cradling your stomach and the other covering your mouth. While what you said wasn’t even that funny, for whatever reason, the reaction that came out of your banter caused a chain reaction like pinball; you laughed, he laughed harder. He laughed because of your laugh, and you laughed because he was laughing at you. It was the epitome of your dynamic. But the ease and warmth he felt around you were quickly replaced by dread and guilt seeping through the seams. Miles subconsciously reminded himself that he came here for a reason.

"You know you could have used the front door," you chuckled, simmering from the laughter from just moments ago.

"...It's 9pm."

"Right, well..." you shrugged, "y’know, for next time."

"Yeah, for next time. Okay." Miles wavered. Miles stood there in front of you for a few seconds before slowly trekking around your room with his head down and his hands still in his pockets, like he was pondering something. Your eyes followed him from point A to point B.

"Miles..." you tried, but he didn’t hear you, so you called for him again.

"Hm?" He perked up.

"You okay?"

"Me?" he asked, pointing to himself. The expression on his face genuinely looked like he didn’t know if you were trying to get his attention or not, although he was the only person in the room you could be talking to.

"Yeah, you," you crooned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He cleared his throat to avoid another voice crack. "Yeah, I mean, I'm great. Why-why do you ask?"

"Mmm… I don't know. You just seem a little on edge."

The way Miles fidgeted with his fingers and his inability to keep eye contact with you were telltale signs that he was not, in fact, great like he said he was, and the look on your face let him know that you were losing patience and he couldn’t keep stalling the situation. So he sighed, "Y/N… there's something I need to tell you."

You took a deep breath. “…okay.”

The onslaught of spiraling thoughts returned with a punch to the gut. What could Miles need to say so badly that it made him this nervous? Your heart pounded in erratic beats; a sudden shortness of breath caused you to plop down onto your bed, looking up at Miles standing before you. You weren't stupid; you knew what was happening. Miles was pretty cliche with his advances, but you never imagined he would come to your home in the dead of night and say, "There's something I need to tell you." Like they do in the movies.

You get ‘em how you lose ‘em, I guess.

You should have known from the moment he said your name when you helped him into your room. You felt that he was off, like you were telepathic or something. Your mother once told you that you and Miles were “the perfect pair” because you read each other so well. "It's a good trait to have in a relationship," she said. "If you know when your partner is feeling off, you can find a way to help, even when they feel like they can’t ask for it." But now that you were in that moment, you didn't want to read him the way you could because, right then, you knew what you were reading wasn’t going to have a happy ending.

Your lingering gaze on him was a little intimidating. So much so that Miles had forgotten the lines he was going to deliver to you. The ones he replayed and revised in his head from the moment he stepped off the train to when he landed on your fire escape

"Well..." he stammered. "Uh, um…" Miles dropped his shoulders, blew out a deep breath, and rubbed his face.

How am I supposed to do this? He thought.

Miles lightly trod toward your bed, seating himself next to you; his weight caused a dip in the mattress, resulting in you bouncing on the surface.

"There are pictures of us out there, Y/N," he began. "Of me and you swinging. The most recent one was on Tuesday; that was four days ago."

"Okay, so then we won’t swing together anymore." you offered.

Miles clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "No, Y/N, you don’t get it. It's too risky."

"That's never been a problem before."

"If they recognize you just by your backpack—" Miles didn’t even want to think of the possibilities. "Look, I don't want you to get into trouble. It's too dangerous. If your parents or mine—"

"I can handle it!" you argued.

"It's not about handling it," he hissed. "It's about keeping you safe!" The look on his face was frantic; it portrayed the true image of fear and uncertainty. "And you won't be safe if you're with me." He whispered. The shift in Miles’ body language from then to now showed you that he was serious about his decision. The eye contact between the two of you was too intense for you to hold all at once.

Then a knock, knock, knock sounded at your door. You and Miles jolted at the sudden noise. "Y/N?" It was your mother. She slowly opened the door, peeking through it as it widened more.

"Yes, mommy?" you ask innocently, lying on your bed with your ankles crossed and your phone resting in your hands.

"Is everything okay? I thought I heard arguing coming from here."

"Oh, no. That was my show." You shook your head. "Although there were people outside arguing a minute ago, I don't know."

"Okay, well, close your window before you go to bed, okay?" She replied, turning out of the room. "And why are you in the dark?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Weirdo," she called you, as she shut the door in its entirety.

You waited a couple of seconds for your mother's footsteps to fade before calling out for him. "Miles?" you whispered.

"I'm here." You turned your head in the direction of his voice. He reappeared on your windowsill.

“Who gets to decide that, Miles?"

"What?"

"Who gets to decide whether I'm safe with you or not?" but you didn’t get a reply that time. There was no point in dragging this out longer than it needed to. Normally you wouldn't be so stubborn with him, but you knew once Miles stepped out of your window, he wouldn’t be yours anymore. You moved to the side of your bed closest to the window, closest to Miles, and reached for his fingers, nervously toying with them.

“You want to break up?” you whispered. Unable to say the words and look at him at the same time.

"Yes." With that answer, your eyes met Miles's. "I mean, NO, I don't want to break up, but.. GAH!" He tried to come up with some sort of bluff to soften the blow, but he couldn't bring himself to be dishonest with you at that moment. "Yes." But he couldn’t even look you in the eye when he said it.

Your eyes darted around his features as tears welled up in your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat. You felt a cold rush flush through your chest—a dull ache that caused your heart to physically hurt. It was like the opposite of the flutter you felt in your tummy when... before...

It’s done. It's over.

You let his fingers slip out of your hold, leaving them to dangle between the two of you. Miles could feel the sadness radiating off of you. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you because he hated the idea of being the cause of your pain.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he sniffled.

"Okay," you said monotonously. Miles watched as you got up from your bed and headed toward your door, opening it and then closing it behind you.

And with that, you were gone.

This is what he wanted, right?

…

Miles thwiped, swung, and released in aggressive cycles across the city. He didn't really have a destination in mind, but he knew he couldn’t go home yet. Memories and shared moments between the two of you reflected themselves off the glass of the skyscrapers as they played through his mind. The sound of your laugh and whispered "I love yous" flooded his ears, drowning out the noise from below.

Miles understood the sacrifices that came with being Spider-Man; he had experienced them once before. However, he had never experienced the pain of losing a loved one by choice. He had never experienced heartbreak like this before. Regret started to settle in as it hit him that he'd just hurt the one person he vowed to always protect, and that was a decision he’d have to live with.

Miles thwiped, swung, and released. thwiped, swung, and released.

Maybe in another universe, he thought.

[morganaspendragonss]

fandom memories

thanks for the tags @reyesstrand, @tellmegoodbye, @marjansmarwani and @lire-casander for the tags! love you all 💚 listen. i have been through some series finales in my time. bbc merlin. bbc atlantis. bbc robin hood. supernatural. the good place. the umbrella academy. for individual reasons, none of them felt quite like this. lone star is probably the first time i've ever been quite so involved in a fandom. it's been a huge part of my life for six years, six years in which i have been through two degrees and got a job, so i'm going to share six memories, one from each year.

2020: picture this: you are me, aged 18. the world has just started going crazy and you have no idea what's going to happen regarding university, which you have barely started. you're scrolling on tumblr when this new show starts popping up, and you ignore it for a while but then you see a gifset of one of the characters overdosing so you sigh and decide to check it out. cue bingeing every available video on youtube and a swift descent into obsession which leads to writing two fics before you've seen a full episode. good times.

2021: the first season i watched as it came out (though not live that time). also notable that my mental health crashed and burned in early 2021 and lone star was one of the few things that got me through that period. i remember having a really bad day once, and the only happy moment i had was watching bad call for the ?????? time. this was also the year of not one, but two angst weeks, and my 20th birthday fic celebration, which i loved doing.

2022: ah yes. season 3. my first time watching live, and honestly the experience of watching push and freaking out in real time was. well. this was when i really became a part of the fandom and joined some discord servers, where i made some amazing friends. there was discourse, which was fun and highly irritating, and i went to the dinah convention which...was probably a low point tbh but there were good moments.

2023: this was a weird year, as i very much started to step back from the fandom. some things had happened and i didn't feel comfortable anymore being quite so social. but who can forget watching the double episode season finale live? fun fact: this was the night before an important exam yet i still decided to stay up until 3am to watch my silly little firefighter show!

2024: we're going to ignore the year and a half of waiting. i honestly thought i would be okay with the show ending because of the aforementioned step back, but then i met a new group of lovely people and suddenly i was back, not quite in the thick of it, but comfortably present. season 5 has honestly been a bit of a car crash but it has been a joy to share these moments with friends.

2025: i can't believe that it will all be over in a couple of days. i am so grateful to this show for everything it has given me, my pocket friends, some of whom have become real life friends, all the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of being a lone star fan. i'm going to be honest - i don't have the highest expectations for the finale, but i do know that, whatever happens, it's going to be special. and also that i'm never getting this invested in a usa tv show ever again because jesus christ it is torture staying up until the early hours to have the actual show interrupted by ads every five minutes.

okay, i hope that was sappy and coherent enough. godspeed everyone, i'll see you at the finish line 🫡

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yeah no we need to discuss the sex worker richie thing. cause yeah. so much to say. say more rn

deb

i KNEW you were gonna love this because. yeah. i can't stop thinking about them

basically richie is in college and he gets weekly allowances from his dad because they're fucking loaded and he is spoiled but he starts spending his money on stupid shit and went starts telling him off so he decides to make money by himself and starts looking for easy ways to make money and he finds out he can basically get paid just by dirty talking a few minutes so he does that. he also thinks it can be a good opportunity for him to train his voice during those calls because he will not be speaking with his usual tone, he will be talking with a bedroom tone and basically it's an act! also people will literally cum to his voice, which is gonna boost his ego, so why pass on the opportunity? maybe he will also bust a nut or two.

he starts doing this but it's wayyyy more boring than he predicted. it's always the same stories, the same roleplays, the same requests, or the same voices, or the same freaks, and even though it was entertaining at first as time passes it actually becomes a job but richie likes the easy money so keeps doing it. he is just telling a mf to take their clothes off and praising them and he is getting PAID. what else can he want?

but one day it's late at night, richie can't sleep, he is probably the only one available since it's 3am but no one is calling and he is contemplating if he should just fuck it and go to sleep when maisie (the contact center operator) calls him to let him know he has a guy in line who is named stanley that wants to talk to someone, richie thinks for a moment if he should deny this horny bastard 'stanley' by telling maisie he got class tomorrow, but instead he sighs and tells maisie to contact him to his line.

richie is messing with the pen he stole from his professor as maisie puts the guy on line. richie expects to hear another shaky, high tuned voice until the other end of the line rocks up his ears by a clear, "hello, is this james?"

"yes, it is james. did you need my company for this lonely night?" richie lowers his tone as he speaks. james is the name he goes, as a respect of his privacy.

"no, actually." richie is confused, and the question 'then why the fuck are you calling me?' is on the tip of his tongue but then he thinks it's some sort of bratty roleplay. okay, two can play that game.

but then stanley continues.

"are you good at algebra?"

then richie finds out stanley called the center just to ask a fucking math problem he couldn't solve, and because he didn't want to wake anyone up and had no idea where to ask it, he used the phone sex center his friend gave him as a joke as his resort. it was really fucking funny, it made richie break character and laugh, even made him crack a couple of jokes which stanley threw back at him with even funnier remarks before richie told him 'he was the best worker in town for algebra' and stanley explained him the problem. it made richie rise up from his bed, grab a paper and a pen in the middle of the night to solve a fucking algebra question.

exchange took 7 minutes, and since stanley already paid for the 10 minutes option, they chatted awhile before stanley thanked him for solving the problem with last 3 cells he had on his brain. richie told him he's gonna grow 3 more until the time stanley gets stuck on calculus. stanley laughed, 'beep beep,' before wishing him a good night and ending the call.

after that richie actually waited for stanley to call back. without even realizing. the dude entertained him more than all the other clients, it wasn't wrong of him to wish he called again, right?

and then stanley calls again. and again. because the finals are coming up and he needs to study. and during those times richie tells him to call how his exams went, and stanley does. richie starts liking the guy's voice a bit too much. they start chatting aside from math problems and yeah

i got tired

[addictivepsychology]

Day 115

Maybe I’ll actually post today instead of writing a few lines then forgetting about it

I haven’t been making the time

I’ve been decently stable enough

It’s so fucked up

When I’m comfortable with who I’m dating

My anxiety goes up in my normal life

Since I gave nothing to focus on

And direct it at

But it’s a good thing

I need to learn to manage

I don’t want chaos

I want to feel safe

And comfortable

And cared for

Hippie called me during my weekend,

But my phone was on do not disturb

And so am I

You said you were too depressed to date

So why reach out

You need to work on you

And I don’t need to be part of that

My weekend

I arrived at the hotel at 1am,

We’re were both dead tired

Long hugs and sweet hellos

After a long two weeks away

I brought you food, we ate and complained about how it wasn’t good enough for how expensive it was

From my work holiday party

The blackout curtains came into good use after the 3am bed time and 11am wake up,

At least we got a full nights sleep

Tangled bed sheets and endless words

Waking up feels so normal

Like this

We chose to get breakfast to go and spend more time in the room

We walk around downtown waiting for the food

The vintage candy store and antique stores look haunted in the depressing town

But we laugh

And say we’re the hottest and happiest In the vicinity

Back to the hotel room, we eat our delicious food back in our comfy clothes

Hours go quickly with some white claws

We go to a couple stores finding nails and glasses for the champagne

I get ready and we choose to get food to go again, we don’t want to deal with crowds,

We sit in the car all dressed up watching a scary movie

Then to the bar for some pool and more drinks

After a few wins, back to the hotel to pour the champagne,

Finally drunk and playing video games,

I realize I’m not good at video games when I’m drunk

But you are

More tangled sheets then it’s snack time!

We get lost in the hotel trying to find the snack bar,

I sit in the chair with wheels and you pull me over to sit around you while you’re on the bed,

We bullshit and sober up with tired and baggy eyes,

We sleep sad, knowing it’s our last night,

We play more video games in the morning and decide on eating breakfast at the park after we check out,

Late check out is never late enough,

We end up at the mall to look around but get evacuated seeing cops with guns walking around,

Some people are running

On the phone with their families

Some people are walking slowly

Workers yelling about gun shots

Eventually we get out

1.5 hours later

But we talk the whole time

Ice cream is a better ending to the day,

You sit me on the car and it’s 7pm,

I have a 4 hour drive

We get back to the hotel to pick up your bike and

I’m sad

We hug

You ask if I’m okay

You say I look so sad

I’m okay as I can be

I sort out parts of my life in my head and

Try and think about how I feel in the moments

That I don’t want to end

But you just stare

And we hug

Until it’s time to go

I will see you next week

Thanks to the holidays being so close

[rouge-variant]

Hii, I have a request idea for Captain Levi X femreader in the canon universe. How about one where he's his usual cold self and has never taken notice of the reader because she's on a separate squad but one night at like 3am, he finds her having an anxiety attack in the mess hall and decides to help her out? Hope that's okay, thanks :)

Yay! You're back again!! This idea is perfect! So sorry for the wait, the last two weeks of school has been kicking me in the tail feathers 😑.

I've done this one as platonic so it ends with Levi and Y/n becoming friends, if you want it changed, you know the drill 😉.

Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Nightly Comforts

Trigger Warning: Panic attacks. Please keep this in mind while you read.

It was three in the morning and as far as Levi knows, no one is ever up at this time, willingly. Most of the time, nightmares are held responsible. But the Scouts aren't babies, they can deal with them alone, their squad or with their friends. Nightmares are considered normal after the constant trauma everyone goes through and Levi was no exception. He's just better at keeping things concealed.

Three in the morning was the normal wake up time for him. His insomnia gave him a very strict time period for when he could fall asleep. Anywhere between midnight and five in the morning. However his nightmares also had their own rules too which is why he's now on his way to the Messhall to make tea so he can replace his exhaustion with caffeine.

Little did he know that you were curled up in the far corner by the kitchen entrance, struggling to get air into your lungs. There was little light at this time and most people wouldn't have noticed your form there. You did well to keep your noises muffled in the sleeve of your night shirt and keep your breathing as steady as you could but it wasn't perfect.

This came out of nowhere and it pissed you off. What started as an inability to fall back asleep, turned into a walk to the Messhall. Something that's considered routine for you but something changed this time. There was unsettling feeling that started creeping up inside of you and with every step you took, it grew until your chest constricted and your heartbeat was thundering in your ears. The hallway was suddenly deemed as a threat by your mind and your room was too far back so the best option was to hide in the Messhall. Your body turned on autopilot to get you further into the empty dark room. The only light came from the windows in the kitchen, which is why you were curled up close by. That's where the autopilot was turned off and you collapsed into unexplainable sobs.

Levi saw you and his journey for tea was quickly forgotten. He's never been with you face-to-face since you both worked on different squads but he's heard of you. You were all Erwin had talked about the last few weeks. You were the one who had helped on the front lines during the Battle of Trost. Clearing the way so that Eren could seal the hole in the wall. He knows that you've been with the Scouts for a while but with hardly any squad interactions, there never really a need to get to know each other. He knows your name and you know his. That's all you've learned and that's all you both ever needed until now.

"Scout?" He called out, his tone staying the same bored one he used with everyone else. You gasped, his voice breaking you out of the mental spiral you were trapped in. You knew his voice, hell, everyone did and normally it hardly made you bat an eye. This time, however, it caused more of a stress. Instinctively, you curled into a ball and held yourself tightly and Levi recoiled a little. You weren't scared of him, were you? He wasn't the best with comforting people and seeing you try more to get away from him, didn't help the situation. He knew that breathing was becoming more and more difficult so he had to get you to focus on something or you were going to pass out on him.

"Scout, I need you to look at me" Levi urged, kneeling down in front of you. From your huddle, you saw his knees and his hand that hovered hesitantly above your foot. He wasn't going to cross any boundaries if he could avoid it but he would if it would get you to snap out of your panic.

"There you go" his voice softened as you raised your head and rested it on your arms. Your eyes were big and flickered across his face. His face softened slightly but his eyes flashed with relief.

"Breathe with me" he leans back a little more so that you are able to see most of his torso. Taking deep breaths and exaggerating the motion with his hands too so that it was clear how you were suppose to follow. He felt ridiculous doing these actions but he pushed that aside for now.

You tried your best to follow and it worked for a little. Your breaths became longer and started to form a proper rhythm. You untucked yourself from your ball and looked back to the floor as your face heated up in embarrassment. Levi stopped doing the action and sat on his knees waiting for you to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry sir...I know I'm not suppose to be out at this time but I couldn't sleep. So I thought I would take a walk and I-" the feeling came back before you could finish your sentance and the panic came back at full force.

"Hey, hey, you're ok. Breathe with me again" Levi said again, leaning in slightly. He thought you had calmed down so this sudden relapse also caught him off guard. He repeated the same actions as before to help you steady your breathing.

More tears gathered in your eyes as you calmed down, completely this time. This was ridiculous. You couldn't even get a sentence out before panic over took you again. Not only that but it had to be in the presence of Captain Levi.

"Are you alright now? Or at least better than eariler?" He asked, snapping you out of your internal spiral. You nodded, not wanting to risk another panic.

"Good. Then get on your feet and follow me" he stood up, not waiting for your response or any confirmation and headed into the kitchen. You slowly got up and followed, seeing him waiting for the kettle on the stove to boil. There were two cups to his left and a few more candles were lit to help light up the areas where the windows didn't reach. He didn't turn to acknowledge you until after he stopped the kettle from screaming and poured the steaming contents into the two cups.

"Since Erwin's always talking so highly of you, I have no reason to suspect that your nightly walks to the kitchen is something I should question. But seeing that this time, something caused you to have a panic, care to clarify what that was about?" He passed you your cup then waited for your reply. Based on his tone, it was clear you didn't have to speak up.

"I don't know sir.." you mumbled, savoring the feeling of the warm cup in your hand before trying a sip. You keep your eyes averted, guilt still eating away at you.

"And you don't have to. This happens to the best of us from time to time" Levi responds, also not looking at you. You weren't able to tell but he felt awkward being the one to comfort you. His people-skills were lacking and he could tell from your body language that you were on edge around him too. So he wanted to try and at least become more acquainted with you.

"I'm glad I was able to help calm you down. This isn't something I do often" he admits which makes you raise an eyebrow. You look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I've seen soldiers all the time, having panic attacks but normally they have someone with them...I didn't want you to go through it alone" he looked up at you once he was done and the small smile on your face shocked him.

"Thank you sir...that means a lot" and you meant that. There was some nights where you did have panic attacks alone. With his reassurance as well, it helped get rid of the guilt/embarrassed feeling you had about him seeing you like this.

"If you can't sleep or if these panic attacks come back, my office is always almost open. You're a good soldier, one I wouldn't mind getting to know better too. So if theres anything you need, come find me please Y/n" Levi adds before finishing his tea and getting up to clean up.

"Of course, thank you Captain" your smile grows more.

"Just Levi when we're alone" he glances over his shoulder at you.

"Alright 'Just Levi'" you giggle slightly and he rolls his eyes.

"Watch it brat, or I'll take it back" he lies and you can see straight through it.

"Joking, joking. Good night Levi" you bid farewell and he does the same.

"Sleep well Y/n"

[theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass]

Lacuna | Pt. 5

An unfilled space; a gap.

Min Yoongi x reader

Genre/Tropes : established relationship, miscommunication, angst, yelling, tears

Word count : ~2.0k

A/N : Hello dear readers! The last part is finally here!^^ It’s so exciting to see how far this blog has come all thanks to you! Thank you very much for reading and interacting with this story and for following me! Your lovely words have encouraged me to continue writing and strive on becoming better. Sending you all lots of love<3

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With aching legs you make the final turn to your home. The neighbourhood is eerie at this time of night. Your eyes dart around making sure there’s no one following you.

You had always been paranoid about walking alone at night, knowing the kind of people that like to wander around at this time.

Your house finally comes into view but it doesn’t make you happy. You feel a knife twist in your chest.

His car is parked at front.

You’re standing frozen on the street, contemplating whether or not should you even go home. Yoongi has hurt you a lot in these past months but this…. This is where you cannot take it anymore.

This is where you must draw a line…

Insecurities cloud your mind once again, but you push through, walking to the house. You have to end this if he won’t, you can’t keep hurting yourself like this, expecting him to change when you know he won’t, or your heart will actually give out…

As you enter the house you expect to be met with total silence and Yoongi sleeping soundly in your shared bed, but oh… are you mistaken.

“WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Yoongi’s voice booms through your ears.

He’s standing at the end of the hall as you take in his appearance; hair messed up, a bottle of soju in his hand.

You had to admit, your heart did go slack after seeing his soft eyes behind the gray expression that he was sporting.

You begin to undress without saying a word to him.

As much as you wanted to tell him everything, you couldn’t. If you started talking now you’d just end up crying and for the first time in your life you were insecure to cry in front of Yoongi…

Yoongi was pissed to say the least, but more than that he was worried…

He didn’t know where you had been, if you were alright or hurt… or with someone… He knew nothing, because you would not return his calls or texts, until you finally stumbled in looking a bit dishevelled.

And now you were only standing there taking your shoes off without saying a word.

This got Yoongi frustrated.

“Hello?! I’m trying to talk to you here. Why didn’t you answer my calls or texts?! And have you seen the time?” He pointed at the clock hung on the wall, the same one you’d always gaze at waiting for his return “It’s almost 3 in the fucking morning! You finished work 5 hours ago.”

That made your head spike up. Your hard gaze caught his.

So he remembers when I got off work.

“I’m tired.” was all you said to him before moving upstairs, but before you could reach the middle of the stairs Yoongi’s words made you stop.

“You’re being heartless…” he slumped on the sofa, taking a swing of his drink.

This enraged you. You hurried down to him, snatching the botlle out of his hand against his protests.

“Me?! I’m heartless?!” you scoffed “Isn’t it YOU who promised to drive me home tonight but never showed?! Isn’t it you who had been coming home at 3am every night for the past two months?! ISN’T IT YOU YOONGI WHO CANNOT KEEP A DAMN COMVERSATION WITH ME OR ANSWER ONE SIMPLE QUESTION I ASK YOU BECOUSE YOU ARE SO BUSY?! AND NOW YOU’RE MAD AT ME?! I SHOULD BE MAD AT YOU FOR STRINGING ME ALONG FOR SO LONG, FOR TREATING ME LIKE I DON’T EVEN EXIST! YOU’RE AN INCONSIDERATE BASTARD YOONGI- and I loved you so much…” You muttered the last words in between you sniffles wiping your face with your free hand.

You closed your eyes behind your hand taking in a deep breath.

“I can’t do this anymore… it is unfair to both of us…” your gaze was now fixed on the floor, too scared to move your eyes up and see him sitting there.

Would he be smiling that it’s finally over and he didn’t need to do a thing about it?

You handed him the bottle, arm stretched out waiting for him to take it. But he sat still, not moving an inch toward it.

You let out a sign and slammed the bottle on the table, feeling like an absolute fool opening up to him.

You just ended your three year relationship and he didn’t even say a word. You tiredly made your way to the bedroom, closing the door after you.

As you sat on his side of the bed your eyes caught sight of your luggage.

You knew that you needed to leave, but god did it hurt to even think about, leaving your home with a man you thought you’d have a forever with.

More sobs escaped your mouth raking through your limp shoulders. You felt weak. But staying would make you feel even worse.

You gathered yourself and propped the luggage on the bed, slowly putting your belongings inside.

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Yoongi sat frozen since you blew up on him. His mind racing at the speed of light. He was repeating your words inside of his head for what felt like hours.

“loved…” the fragment he heard you utter that left him in absolute pain. His heart was on fire, twisting inside trying to tell him something he couldn’t yet decipher.

Then he heard a bang from upstairs which broke him out of his trance and without noticing he sped up the stairs to you.

He burst through the door only to be met with a sight he had never seen even in his darkest nightmares.

Your luggage on the bed, half-full, you standing in front of the closet with a bunch of clothes surrounding you.

Yoongi’s lip started to shake and only then he himself noticed that he was crying.

“Y-Y/n?” he wobbled out “Wha-at are y-ou do-oing”. He waited for you to turn around but you only paused for some time before continuing packing again.

Tears now streamed down Yoongi’s hot cheeks. He didn’t know how to feel, what kind of emotion he was going through even now. Was he mad? Betrayed? Sorry?

Yoongi couldn’t put a finger on it.

As your hand reached to put a blouse inside the bag Yoongi’s hand caught your arm, stopping it.

“What are you doing?” he managed to question without breaking.

You had never seen Yoongi look so small and defeated; it made your heart break. All you wanted was to pull him into your chest and cuddle the worry away.

“I’m leaving… This is your house so I’m the one that has to go” you tried to remain at least a bit of rationality.

“No it’s not… It’s our home” he shook his head frantically.

“Yoongi-“

“No please… please don’t do this… please don’t say my name like that...”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re saying goodbye forever…”

“Yoo-“

“Don’t go Y/n, please don’t leave me”

Yoongi was on the floor beside your feet, back pressed against the bed, head buried in his hands. His whole body shook with pain.

“Don’t leave me Y/n… please… please…” he sobbed. A sight so sad your heart couldn’t help but drag you down toward him.

You kneeled in front of him taking hold of his hands and pulling them away from his face.

“The sooner we get over this the better, Yoongs. Now we’re just holding each other back” You tried to keep your emotions from bubbling over. “I guess we just… fell out of love… and if we stay together we’ll just hurt each other without truly meaning it…”

You could feel your heart breaking the moment you uttered those words. Fell out of love. Knowing full well that you could never love another, your heart belongs to him and him only.

Yoongi could feel his heart give out, fell out of love, he could never fall out of love with you, you introduced his heart to love, his heart could never love another. You were it for him.

Yoongi let his head fall again, thinking this all through.

He should stay down and let you leave, because it looks like something you want, but that didn’t resonate with him. He wanted to fight for you, to make you see that this relationship is worth fighting for.

So he did.

He got on his feet and stood in front of the luggage blocking your view of it.

“Don’t leave Y/n, we can still fix it. I can fix myself; I’ll come home earlier and talk to you more. We could go out on dates or you could come to the studios with me when you’re free. I could talk to the boys and the company about bringing you with me abroad. I’ll make time for you because I want you Y/n. I still love you even if you fell out of love with me…” his heart stuttered “but give me one last chance to prove myself and if I can’t get you to love me again I’ll even pack your bags for you and drive you wherever you want to go… just please give me this one last chance.”

You stood before him, eyes wide, mouth agape, arms limp at your sides.

Yoongi didn’t know what to make of your reaction, so he just stood there waiting for anything, breathing heavily.

“I… I… I do love you… I never fell out… of love with you... I thought you stopped loving me, that’s why you were never here or never wanted to talk to me… that’s the reason why I said that…”

Yoongi stepped closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist burying his face in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent… still the same…

As you felt Yoongi’s touch you instantly melted in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. Resting your face onto his shoulder.

It felt like the very first breath when his scent engulfed you.

All that was needed to repair the both of you was a little touch of skin from the one you love.

You pulled back resting your hands on his waist as his travelled to your cheeks softly pulling your forehead to meet his.

“I love you so much Y/n… Forgive me for being such an ass to you… Let’s never fight again, I hated seeing you so hurt, even the boys got unlucky with me after…” his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I love you too Yoongs… And all is forgiven as long as you keep your promises. And you weren’t the only one struggling, even the thought of you made me cry at times…”

He kissed your forehead and gazed deeply into your eyes.

“Never again. I promise.”

He kissed your lips gently but with a message that all the good things are yet to come.

You two pull away to look at one another. Eyes sparkling with undeniable love.

The lacuna inside your chests filling with love from one another as you become whole once again…

The end…

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“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” Rowaelin please

ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 2

~ Collage Au ~

Bring this little au back from way back when. PART ONE HERE. Remember to check out @rowaelinscourt for more Rowaelin Month goodness.

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Aelin preferred to do her washing at about 8pm in the evening on a Wednesday. It was slow during that time, it was after dinner and people were usually in their rooms doing other things, and mid week meant there wasn’t a mad rush for clean clothes for the weekend. While she waited for the washer and dryer to do their thing she allowed herself some recreational reading. A book that didn’t have to do with a single class, something she read for pure enjoyment.

She was just getting to the really juicy bit when the washing machine sang it’s little song and Aelin sighed as she slipped the bookmark in and closed the book. The sooner she got the clothes in the dryer the sooner she could get back to her book. Aelin started loading her wet washing into her laundry bag to take to the opposite wall of the room where the dryers were lined up. She was hauling out the last few pieces when she pulled out a sock that certainly didn’t belong to her.

It was dark green, but it wasn’t the colour that was unusual. It was the size. She suspected that if she tried it on it might just hit her knee. Whoever owned this must be a giant. Aelin was about to drop the item into the lost and found basket when she heard a voice behind her.

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

Aelin was already grinning when she turned around, she’d only met him the once but she remembered the sound of his voice and the smiles they had shared since their first run in. She had been correct in her assumption as she turned around and saw the Laundry Room guy standing there, looking amused and very pleased. The man was a giant, his feet needed to be big otherwise he’d be in risk of falling over.

“Rowan, right?” She asked, just to be polite. There was no way she’d be forgetting that name any time soon.

He pointed to her. “Aelin.”

“Guilty as charged,” she gave him her best smile. Maybe her book would have to wait a little bit longer.

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Rowan couldn’t believe his luck. He was folding up his washing when he noticed one of his best socks missing and although he hated to do so, he walked all the way back down to the laundry to find it. Now he was presented with this serendipitous moment and he couldn’t be happier. All that the two of them had done was smile at each other since she had stumbled in on him handling her underwear, and now nearly the same thing had happened. At least Rowan got away with just a sock.

“Your feet are huge,” Aelin said, dropping his sock on top of her wet washing.

Rowan took a few steps forward, using his huge feet to get a little closer so they weren’t conversing across the length of the room. “I would say they’re proportional.”

“You know what they say about big feet,” she said, grinning to herself and gave him a wink. “Is everything proportional?”

Rowan choked as she cackled, carrying her bag of laundry to the dryer.

“I’m so sorry, that was awful. Please forgive me,” Aelin said as started loading in the wet clothes. “Really, so bad.”

Rowan just laughed, giving her what he hoped was a self assured shrug. “I gentleman never tells.”

Her laugh came out in a sudden burst, and Rowan’s heart did a thing he ignored for the moment. “Thank you for finding it funny and not reporting me to the RA.”

“Well, I might for you stealing my sock,” Rowan nodded to where it lay with her clothes.

“Oh, yeah.” She picked up the sock and threw it at him and he caught it easily. “Always a pleasure, Rowan. Enjoy your night.”

Rowan had wanted to stay, he really did. But he had a 500 word response to his weekly reading to upload before the night was out, and of course he hadn’t started. So instead he offered the stunning blonde a smile of his own.

“Until next time.”

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[arrowflier]

Hi I don't have tumblr, so not sure how this works. Came across your blog though, and spent three days just reading everything you've written and reblogged. Such a fun three days! I have so many ideas for prompts, but the one I'm most curious about is what happens when Ian has a rough patch of mania maybe a couple years into their marriage and what kind of plans do Mickey and Ian have for either an upswing or a downswing of his bipolar? Thanks so much excited to see what you come up with!

Hi there! It's such a compliment that you went through my rambles, glad you're enjoying.💖 Standard disclaimer: everything I know about bipolar disorder comes from the internet. It's an important part of Ian that I want to be respectful of, so as always please let me know if I miss the mark.

Caring for your partner, Rule 1: Be There

When Mickey woke up, Ian wasn’t in bed.

That wasn’t terribly unusual in and of itself. What was unusual was that it was only 3AM, on a Saturday, and Mickey could already hear his husband moving outside their room. The footsteps outside the door were soft, restrained, like Ian didn’t want to wake him. But the following clatter in the kitchen was alarmingly loud as Ian opened the drawer under the oven to pull out a pan, and Mickey groaned.

He wanted to roll over, pull a pillow over his head, and block out whatever this was so he could go back to sleep. They’d been working long days, and sometimes longer nights as the dispensaries were all pulling overtime with increasing demand. They’d only made it to bed like two hours ago, for fuck’s sake, and Mickey was tired.

But Ian should have been tired too, and it was never a good sign when he wasn’t. So Mickey sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, and swung his legs out of bed.

He winced when his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. They had been here for almost a year already, and they still hadn’t gotten ‘round to buying a fucking rug for the bedroom.

Mickey shivered as he hopped awkwardly toward the closed bedroom door, grabbing his robe from a hook there and tugging it on over his thin shirt and the boxers he was pretty sure started out on Ian’s side of the dresser. Wrapping it closed, he slipped out the door and into the brightly lit hallway, squinting blearily as he followed the sound of pots and pans to the kitchen.

Ian had half their crockery out on the counter already. His red hair gleamed under the sharp light of the long fluorescent bulbs overhead as he stirred batter in a large bowl they had borrowed from Debbie last week and never given back, wooden spoon clanking against the sides erratically.

Erratically. That was a good word for it, Mickey thought. The mindless clink clink clink of wood on metal in no discernible pattern, just like the route Ian took around their table, to the counter, to the fridge, and back to the oven again. Mindless, pacing, random.

Mickey leaned against the wall, and watched.

They had talked about this, since the last time. At least, since the last time Mickey had been worried. When Ian was down, when he didn’t want to get up. When Mickey dragged him out on his first run and they talked afterward in the kitchen, when Mickey made clear that his worry was just one more face of what they had together.

He’d come down the next morning to Ian at the kitchen table, the whole place eerily quiet for a place they still shared with too many fucking people. There had been coffee in the pot, toast on the table, and Ian, picking at his cuticles and not meeting Mickey’s eyes.

“We need to talk,” he’d said, and Mickey’s heart had dropped into his stomach.

“Can I wake the fuck up first?” he’d asked, but Ian had just kicked a chair out for him and waited, not meeting his eyes, until Mickey sat down.

They’d sat silently for a long moment, Mickey unwilling to ask what it was about. Finally, Ian had sighed, and reached out for Mickey’s hand across the table.

“It’s about the bipolar,” he’d said, and Mickey had been so relieved he could feel it in his fucking toes, bare and cold against the tile floor.

“Oh. Okay.”

Ian had been startled by his easy acceptance of the topic, he could tell.

“That’s it?” He’d sounded almost confused.

Mickey had shrugged.

“I mean, yeah?” He’d rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes with the hand no holding Ian’s. “You had me worried, man, with the we need to talk thing. But this is just normal shit.”

Ian had just stared at him, then released his hand to lean back against his chair.

“Normal?” He’d asked disbelievingly. “There’s nothing normal about planning for my imminent mental break, Mickey.

Mickey had snorted at the irony of it. “You kidding me?” he’d said. “It’s the most normal fucking thing about us.”

As he watched Ian in the kitchen now, making pancakes at 3AM on a Saturday morning, Mickey thought that was probably still true.

“Hey, Martha Stewart,” he said softly from his position against the wall, still leaning there as Ian spun around with surprise painted over his face. His eyes were off, the light not quite there, but they still warmed when he saw Mickey.

“Hey,” Ian said back, voice high and too chipper. “I’m making pancakes, you want some? I’ve got banana, your favorite, and chocolate chips, and strawberries…”

He went on to list more ingredients, but Mickey wasn’t really listening. He could see it all anyway, spread out over the kitchen like so many half-made decisions, half-baked ideas that kept giving way to something else.

“Mickey?” Ian asked, and he snapped out of it.

“Yeah,” he answered with a smile. “Yeah, I’d love some pancakes. Why don’t you let me stir for a awhile?”

—

They had their pancakes standing up next to the counter, nowhere left to rest their plates on the crowded surfaces of the kitchen. Ian talked about the merits of each ingredient as they ate, and Mickey listened, and nodded along as best he could.

This was okay. It was pancakes in their boxers at 3AM with no sleep in a kitchen that looked like it was hit by a tornado, but Ian was eating, and Ian was smiling, and Ian was there.

And when Ian stopped and tried to set his plate down, distress on his face as he was confronted with the mess he had made, Mickey took the dish from him with easy hands.

“You want to sit down awhile?” he tried, nudging Ian gently out of the disaster-zone. “Bet you’re tired after eating all that.”

He knew Ian wasn’t, but he kept a hand on his back anyway until they were out in the living room, next to the sofa. Mickey let go to sit down himself with a groan, tired muscles aching at being used for too long without rest. He kept his eyes off Ian, just standing there, looking at him in that too-present, too-absent way of his, and leaned back against the cushions, eyes falling closed.

After a moment, the sofa dipped as Ian settled in beside him.

“Mickey?” Ian asked. The cushions bounced as he tapped his heel repeatedly on the floor.

“Yeah?” Mickey responded, squinting his eyes back open.

“Can I touch you?”

Mickey repressed the urge to sit up, to take Ian into his arms. Ian sounded too hesitant, a shift from moments before as he playfully shoved bites of overcooked batter into Mickey’s mouth.

But Ian didn’t like to be held like this.

“Of course you can, you moron,” Mickey said instead, and watched as Ian’s leg stopped moving. The other man drew closer, reaching a hand out to card through Mickey’s hair and drag down the side of his face, a touch too shaky and a touch too firm.

Ian had once said that touching Mickey grounded him, and Mickey hadn’t known if Ian thought that was a good thing or not. In the midst of hypomania, Ian didn’t always take kindly to being grounded.

But tonight—well, this morning—it seemed to be a good thing. Mickey was grateful for that.

Grateful, because it meant that Ian looked like himself as he moved to lay against him, and not like some over-saturated facsimile painted with too much water on the canvas, always shifting, always running. Grateful, because it meant that Ian pulled Mickey’s arms around him and settled into his side like they always did, even if his body never quite stilled at the contact.

Grateful, because it meant they wouldn’t fight tonight. That Mickey wouldn’t have to worry as much about what Ian might say, might do, if he stepped out of line. If he went off the script they had planned on a good day for dealing with bad ones to come.

He wouldn’t have to call Lip for backup. He wouldn’t have to tail Ian as he left the apartment to make sure he stayed safe. He wouldn’t have hide the knives, or their wallets, or anything else.

Not that he would have complained if he did. It was what it was. Ian was who he was. And Mickey would always see him through it. Love him through it.

They lay there, mostly quiet, except for the mindless tune Ian hummed against his neck, and the tap tap tap of his fingers on Mickey’s collarbone.

Eventually, the song cut off.

“Do I need to call the doctor?” Ian asked quietly into the echoing room, and Mickey nodded, rubbing a gentle hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think so.”

He'd get everything together in the morning. Ian's journals, their schedule, their meal plan. The little notebook where he kept track of Ian's prescriptions, how they worked, how long they lasted.

Something had obviously slipped, either in their methods or in Ian himself. But Mickey was well past dwelling on what they could have done differently, and focused on what to do next.

Things happened. Things changed. They would adapt.

At Mickey's confirmation, Ian just nodded against him, fidgeting until their legs were too entwined to separate.

“Sleep first, if you can,” Mickey told him, settling in for a long rest of the night. “We’ll do it together when you wake up.”

Together. They’d do it together. Again and again and again, as much as they needed to. Because Ian was his husband, and this was their normal.

And their normal was still pretty damn good.

[versadies]

general + lantern rite with scaramouche hc (gn!reader, 400 follows special)

penpal: it’s finally here!!! thank you guys sm for the follows and the support. i enjoy writing hcs and i’m happy that a lot of you like it! a few of you also requested me for a scaramouche general hc so hope this lives up to your expectations. happy readings! - ver.

warning/s: ooc!scaramouche

sypnosis: what it’s like to date scaramouche + hang out with him in lantern rite festival

note: i was actually supposed to make this toxic given that scaramouche is... scaramouche but my heart can’t take it so i decided to just go wild on this one.

-> i salute to you for dating this man.

-> scaramouche is scary and is probably not even the type to be interested in having romantic relationships. the fact that he fell in love with you though is shocking to the fatui if they even find out about it. hell, even the man himself is surprised.

-> he’s going to be not so affectionate at first (just subtle affection here and there but no kisses or long cuddling) since he’s not an affectionate type of guy but as time goes by, he’ll eventually start to give you lots of affection.

-> pda is a no for scaramouche. the two of you have to agree in keeping this relationship a secret due to not only the danger you could be in but also the fact that he doesn’t want anyone to know about your relationship with him.

-> don’t get him wrong— it’s not that he’s ashamed of dating you. he knows that almost everyone in teyvat hates the fatui, so the fact that the potential harassment given to you from others is a possibility, he doesn’t want you to be in that situation.

-> the way he acts around you is unpredictable. i think he’d be both cold yet affectionate if that’s even possible. don’t worry, his mean demeanor is different to you than how he acts around everyone else— it’s less harsh and harmless, to which you understand that he’s not serious. feel free to bicker back at him, he won’t kill you.

-> your family would’ve thought he forced you into this if they found out of your relationship with the man. it will take you a lot of reassurance to them that you weren’t forced and the fact that you love him as much as he to you.

-> dates with him are to be private. i’d think he’d pull on a reservation on a restaurant and make sure that everyone around you knows that this date is “private affairs on your debt” (even though you never had a debt in the first place). even if these “private affairs” happens a bit too often than normal, people would be too scared to even confront scaramouche.

-> i honestly see this guy as a classy man. he’ll pull classy dinners, walking around the city hand-in-hand at 3am when everyone is asleep, go somewhere private outside + get a picnic date + star-gazing, etc.

-> i can already imagine this man telling you all of his theories on the skies and on teyvat during your picnic-stargazing dates while you listen and eat an inazuma dish. (his line about the sky being fake really do be sus to me to this day 👀👀👀)

-> during dates where you two aren’t living together yet and when scaramouche always has to escort you to your dates, he’ll definitely not hesitate to throw a pebble against your bedroom window if you’re not going to answer the door after countless of pounding against it. he’ll throw every pebble he can get from the ground until it either breaks or you finally answered lol

-> like childe, scaramouche is hella busy. unless you’re in either snezhnaya or inazuma— then you two can be able to spend time. however if you live in other nations that isn’t one of the two, you’d have to get used to a long distance relationship. however if you’re not the kind to like a long distance relationship, then sorry to break it to you, that relationship might not work unless you and scaramouche are able to find a way.

-> breaks for him are rare, he’s a hardworking man and wants to live up to the tsaritsa’s expectations (even if he dislikes the archon). when he does go home to you, he makes sure that he’ll spend time with you every single moment and that they’re all precious memories.

-> he is lowkey caring but he will deny it will all of his life if you even mention it. oh you fell asleep on the couch while waiting for him to go home? wow would you look at that, the wind is so kind for putting a blanket over you and he somehow wasn’t there! oh my gosh you’re getting a cold and is coughing a lot? la signora is so nice for making some people from the fatui to offer medicine and it’s def not him, who has the upper hand in ordering them to do it!

-> don’t get me started on him spoiling you. he always writes letters to you and every letter he sent always has a small gift or a package sent with a scared-looking fatui member who just wants to go home. the gifts are either souvenirs from his travels or something that reminds him of you. either way, it’s always what you like.

-> you can’t convince me that not all of his letters are 60% him complaining about how his subordinates have some audacity to give him headaches and how he just wants to lowkey go home to you because of it (in reality, the both of you know he just misses you).

-> ik a lot of scaramouche simps really wanna try his hat out and i can already imagine you finding ways to get your hands on his hat without him noticing or not wearing it. if you somehow managed to get the prize, he’ll def try to get it from you and won’t hesitate to throw (harmless) threats until you finally give in and give it to him.

-> fighting with scaramouche is kind of rare given that he’s mostly away but when it does happen, it’s related to him being too harsh or his sudden announcement that he has to leave. your arguments never includes long distance relationship since it’s something you and scaramouche expected and are ready for. of course, scaramouche will treat it as if you’re the one making a big deal out of it— which is something that angers you and a disadvantage of dating him.

-> during those arguments, the way he acts depends on how serious it is. by the time you leave the room to get some space, he’ll give you all the space you need— though he couldn’t help but not ignore the harsh pangs he’s feeling from his chest.

-> scaramouche will def be the first to apologize because he feels guilty (the feeling of not being satisfied is strong whenever you leave and he hates it) and doesn’t want you to be mad anymore. unless the fight is truly your fault, he’ll wait till you apologize.

-> his favorite moments are always when he’s allowed to take you with him to his travels for a mission. he won’t admit, he’s very looking forward to show you around places privately and his ego will rise if you praise him for his intelligence on the land. though, those who try to interrupt his private moments with you just to tell scaramouche about something related to the fatui— they’ll face an even harsher treatment than normal.

-> nights with scaramouche are quiet. the moment scaramouche lays down on the bed and closes his eyes for a moment, he’s asleep. can’t blame him, he’s always exhausted from the fatui so he needs it. however, he does make sure you yourself get some sleep as well. he’ll make sure that you’re always beside him before he sleeps.

-> mornings with him are short. he’ll wake up first and immediately get ready for work while you’re on your bed still sleeping. scaramouche won’t be able to eat breakfast in your home and always buy food on his way there since he doesn’t have time to wait (and partially doesn’t wanna make you wake up just to cook for him). he makes sure to kiss your forehead and leave.

-> don’t ever bring up about his goodbye kisses, he will straight up take that secret to his grave. the moment you mention it, he’ll act like you killed someone. “me? kissing you on the forehead? are you sure you’re not dreaming at that time?” he would say while hiding his light reddened cheeks with his hat.

-> if you’re the type to wake up very early though, he’d definitely try to wake up at the same time as you and run with you in the morning if you do. though if you’re not the type to do morning runs, you’ll either cook for his lunch or get ready for work as well. he won’t admit it... but he likes your cooking. expect yourself to be the one to ask for a goodbye kiss cuz man’s going to act like he doesn’t want to do it.

-> as for fatui when you date scaramouche... they’ll probably find out fast. if you don’t work for the fatui, scaramouche will make sure you will never be involved with them. he knows how the fatui can be and will be mad if he finds out you came across to one of the harbingers.

-> overall, dating him is just wild.

-> scaramouche has to admit, liyue has outdone themselves on this one.

-> the two of you decided to attend the festival as your one year anniversary date and you did not regret trying to convince your man to come with you to liyue for the festival 24/7 ever since you heard childe talking about it to you.

-> while you were taking your sweet time by admiring the decorations around the harbor, scaramouche makes sure no one is following or planning to bother you two at the moment. thank goodness he didn’t have to worry about the millelith, given that they act like they don’t know him at all.

-> he makes sure that you’re having a great time. he’ll let you go buy whatever you want if you wish, it’s his gift i suppose. i’d think he’ll get way too competitive on theater mechanicus and will expect you to praise him whenever he wins.

-> scaramouche will take you to the most fanciest restaurant of the harbor, but if you want to go for another option— he’ll reluctantly accept that and let you buy food for the both of you. given that he mostly resides in inazuma, he’s definitely a skilled chopsticks user (unlike childe).

-> when it comes to making lanterns, it will take scaramouche to try and make a few lanterns before he finally does it right. he’ll gladly help you out if you still couldn’t get a hang of it (he’ll teach you in an “annoyed” way, but he means well).

-> i feel like he’ll take you somewhere not so crowded. man’s probably gonna make sure the whole pearl galley is just the two of you (and the staff) with the help of his mora and let you watch the lanterns from there. however should you not want to ruin someone’s night and force scaramouche somewhere that does not require any mora and is not crowded, then he’s fine with that too.

-> i think he’ll lowkey be interested in the stories presented by the storytellers around the harbor. he’s not invested but just earned enough of his attention to actually listen.

-> by the time the mingxiao lantern is about to be released, you two immediately head to your designated area and started writing your wishes.

-> his wish will probably be something related to successfulness.

-> when the lanterns are released with the mingxiao lantern, the two of you’d just watch in silence. you’d be pretty speechless from the beautiful scenery while scaramouche just watches in slight amusement.

-> the moment scaramouche glances at you, he’ll be surprised by you immediately hugging him and thanking him for taking you to the festival when you have the chance. man’s probably going to try and deny your hug for a moment until giving in and hug you back.

-> he might consider thanking childe when he comes back to snezhnaya.

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Let’s Strike a Deal

A/N: This is late, I know. If you have not realized from before, I’m really bad at meeting deadlines. Well, at least deadlines that I’ve created for myself to follow because I like to procrastinate things and frankly… what am I gonna do to myself? Band myself from tea until I’ve written a chapter? I don’t have the self control for that! And life is hectic. But you know, enough with my excuses and onto the story. Hope you enjoy. I always love feedback so please be sure to leave a comment! ALSO I wanted to give a TRY (key word) to first person. If I don’t like it... I might change it, idk. I should never write anything at 3am as per evidence below, especially without editing lmao

Pair: CEO!Tom x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the small town of Hawkshead girl trying to make her way in the big city of Westminster, London. Not as easy as she thought. When things start to take a turn for the worst one afternoon and only one man in the crowd of hundreds decides to help her, she does something rather uncharacteristic and gives her savor her number in case he could ever use help of his own. Course, she never expected for him to actually call her out on it.

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My time was limited. There was nothing left that had to be done here or anything left to pack. Everything I’ve ever owned sat in a car on the way to my new apartment and last of the suitcases were in the bed of my brothers pickup at this very moment while I sat on the floor of my room. There wasn’t anything left for me here, I knew that, but it was still difficult to say goodbye to the place that carried so many of my favorite memories and the imprints of my childhood that still were splayed around the surrounding room.

There were two dents in the wall right in front of me from when I was ten and hit my head after tripping on one of my toys, thumbtack holes that littered everywhere above the bed from forts that I would make with my brothers and friends, nail polish that was spilled on the carpet from times when I was too distracted with talking than keeping the bottle up straight, my engraved initials on the windowsill. The memories that I had made in this room were countless and they were all absolutely priceless.

“Y/N!” I heard your mother call from the living room, her voice was slightly hoarse from held back emotion and it broke my heart to hear her like that. “You got to get going, dear! You’ll miss your train if you wait much longer to head out.”

Taking a deep breath and slowly standing from the, now old, bed I made my way toward the door, feet dredging behind me and scuffing the floor as I walked out. “I know, Mama. I’m just-” the words caught in my throat and I was at a loss. “I’m really going to miss you guys so much.”

“Oh stop it, you’re gonna make me cry if you keep on like that,” She said giving a tight hug before pushing me out the front door. “You are going to love it in London so much you’re not even gonna be thinking about us here, so get goin’. Your brothers already waiting for you in the car.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, “I love you Mama! I’ll call you when I get there!”

Jumping into the passenger seat of the truck, I waved final goodbyes from the window, dramatically blowing kisses as the car started to drive away.

“You better!” She exclaimed, watching as we pulled out and down the road.

“She is going to be a mess when I get back home. I can’t believe you’re going to leave me to deal with that alone!” Christian, stuck driving you to the train station much to his dismay, gave you a mocking glare. “After all the things I’ve done for your, this is how you choose to repay me? I’m pretty sure I’m getting the short end of the stick here,” he laughed humorlessly.

“Ahhh~” I cooed and smiled, “You’re only saying that cause you know you guys’ are going to be missing me so much!”

“Miss you?” He scoffed, “Yeah right. What we’re going to be missing is your baking. It’ll be the greatest blow our family has faced since 1824.”

I gave a scathing look, “And what, if I may ask, happened in 1824?”

“Don’t know, but something bad probably.”

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I have never been so sore getting off of a bus in her life. The cheapest route to get to Westminster from Hawkshead was a train and 8 bus stops, totaling up to 10 or so hours in and out of vehicles. I groaned and stretched when my feet planted on hard asphalt for the first time in what seemed like forever. But, for all the soreness, I had made it to my destination with time to spare.

It was louder than I had imagined, crowded with traffic from all directions and people running any which way to get on with their lives. It was bustling and busy. Lively. Not exactly what I was used to which made me smile. 

Wide.

I made it. 

I only had a suitcase with me, the rest of her belongings would be delivered in a few days to the new apartment. 

My apartment. 

I was positively giddy at the thought. 

It took a lot of self control to keep from skipping down the side walks while I somehow navigated the new scenery, but I managed to keep my excitement under wraps for the time being. Arriving an hour early gave me a bit of time to take in the bigger sites near by, like the Ferris wheel, the clock tower Big Ben, and my personal favorite- Westminster Palace and abbey. It was a dream of mine since I was little to see it in person, and now here I was standing mere blocks away from the grand building, elated and amazed. 

Vibrating caught my attention and I barely managed to turn my eyes away from the sites in front of me to my phone, Kyra’s name popping up on the screen. My best friend and now room mate, Kyra Bardou, who was probably wondering where the hell I was now. 

“Hey,” I drawled with an obvious grin I couldn’t even hide in my voice. 

“Hey yourself! I’ve been waiting at the stop for 15 minutes with no sign of you only to learn you’re already in town and didn’t even bother to tell me!” She spoke so quickly I was shocked she didn’t run out of breath and laughed. 

“I’m site seeing, sue me!” I turned and started making the slow walk back, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes, I promise.”

She only grunted in response and let me walk in a comfortable silence, letting me continue to take everything in while simply enjoying her presence on the line. It was the last few moments I’d get now, the last bits of my old life slipping through my fingers like sand in exchange for a new one. 

And the chaos that comes with a big city. 

Like robbers. 

I couldn’t even let out a cry as I was shoved to the ground, my phone forced from my hand and my suitcase caught up in a strange mans arms. It took me a whole 5 seconds to get my bearings enough to yell at the man and give chase, shouting for help though no one so much as looked our way, just moved out of his. 

“Stop!” I screamed, running but quickly losing him as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd skillfully. “Stop! Someone stop him!”

And this time, someone moved to action, running past me at an alarming rate and quickly gaining ground on my assailant before they both rounded a corner and I lost sight of them. 

My heart dropped and I picked up speed again, hoping that I didn’t let them get far enough away for me to lose them completely, it would have been easy for them to get away from me here.

But when I turned around the block, I found the man on the ground with the track star of a man on top of him, already on the phone with I assume the police. I finally caught up to them and without thinking, hugged the man on the phone, a silent thank you while he spoke to whoever was on the line, before I gathered my things and hugging them close to me. 

He smiled kindly, finishing the call and turning to me properly while still pinning the thief to the ground. “Are you alright miss?”

“Yes! Thank you so much, I’d have been completely lost without this,” I gestured to my luggage. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me get it back. I don’t even know how to get around town yet.”

He laughed and nodded. “So new to town then. It was my pleasure to help, though I was really just doing what anyone in my position would do,” he responded kindly.

Furiously I shook my head, “No, you didn’t. I don’t believe I saw a single soul other than you move to help. Unless you did but beat them to it at the last minute. Not that that it implausible, you are seriously fast on your feet.” 

He laughed again and I noticed what a nice laugh he had, it was contagious and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of my own now that my adrenaline was fading bit by bit. “Yes, well- I do enjoy the sport.”

“Dually noted,” I grinned, jumping a little when my phone started to buzz in my hands. Kyra’s name popping up on the screen again. “Shoot!” I exclaimed and answered. I wasn’t even able to put the phone to my ear before I heard her shouting my name on the line. “Kyra-”

“Oh my god, Y/N! What the heck happened, I heard you shout and then the line went dead! Are you okay? Did something happen? Where are you?” She was speaking so loudly I had to hold the phone away from my ear a safe distance as she spouted one question after another at me without reprieve. 

My rescuer across from me chuckled, overhearing my frantic friend. “I’m fine, someone tried to steal my stuff on my way to meet you. Luckily someone came along and helped me catch him, otherwise I’d have lost everything. But everything is okay now, we are-” I looked around and realized I have no idea where we were. 

He seemed to catch on to my newest distress and whispered, “Tell them we are on the corner of Tufton and Bennett’s Yard.”

I nodded and mouthed a thank you, “ Tufton and Bennett’s Yard,” I repeated and she said she’d be here in a 10 minutes and to sit and wait before hanging up the phone. 

I slouched on the wall of some building, letting myself relax. “Not to be repetitive or anything, but thank you.”

He just shook his head, “No need. You’re friend sounded pretty worried about you, it wouldn’t do well to let her stew in that worry longer than needed.”

“Yeah, it’s been a few years since we last saw each other. She’d be pretty upset if something bad happened before I could even move in,” I laughed, though it didn’t quite sound right even to my ears. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I introduced and stuck my hand out. 

He took it and gave a firm shake, “Tom. It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N. Even in these less than optimal circumstances.” 

“The pleasure is mine, I assure you.”

“Y/N!” Someone yelled, and we both turned our heads to see Kyra sprinting full speed around her car and at me. I stood and braced myself for the collision of her, and fell back against the wall with the force of her body. 

“Holy shit, girl! You scared the hell outta me, you could have died! This is why I told you to call me when you first got into town, you always manage to get yourself into trouble like this. What would I have told your parents if something happened, huh? Huh!?”

I grinned and pulled back to get a proper look at her. Her black hair, normally frizzy was sticking out in every direction and her honeyed eyes wide as she scanned me over, running her hands over my arms for injuries. “I’m fine, Kyra. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right!” She shot back with a glare, “That doesn’t make me feel any better!”

“Well, there is a first for everything after all.”

Tom laughed hard at our back and forth, making us both jump a little and look down at him. Before I could even say anything, Kyra was down on his level with the thieves shirt in her fists and a scowl that would scare the devil himself on her face. 

“Is this the bastard that did this?” 

“Let go!” I shrieked and pulled her off, albeit with a little effort. “Tom called the cops and they’ll deal with this properly. Not you,” I said sternly. She just let out a huff of a response and pushed herself back enough to look at Tom properly. 

She gave him a once over and held her scowl in place, “So you’re the one who saved Y/N/N?”

He gave a small, hesitant nod and gave me a nervous glance. I just laughed and stood back up, as Kyra launched forward to give him a hug. “Thank you,” she murmured a few times and pulled back. 

“No worries,” he said, and looked far less distressed now that Kyra didn’t look like she wanted to gut him. “I was there at the right time is all.”

“Yes, well- That doesn’t mean what you did was anything less than amazing. My whole life is in that bag and in that phone at the moment. Seriously, if there is anything I can do for you in return it’s yours. Ice cream, some roller skates, a kidney. Just ask.”

Everyone laughed at that and he nodded with an obviously sarcastic “sure”, just as the police arrived to take the culprit and our statements. Kyra mumbled something about them being slow and went to the car for a few minutes to be out of the way. 

15 minutes later, everything was settled and they took the man away. Leaving Tom and I alone on the side walk again while I settled everything in my case to be sure I didn’t miss anything and quickly scribbled on a stray notecard. 

“I meant it when I said I owe you one,” I said and handed the card with my name and number to him. “Just give me a ring if I can ever be of any help at all and I’ll come running. Though, probably much slower than you did.”

He tried to decline the offer only once, but after some persistence he took it with another smile, “Thank you, Y/N. Hopefully this will not be our last meeting. And hopefully never again under such pressing circumstances,” he held out his hand, and I took it, returning his earlier shake with a firm one of my own and I agreed. 

“Until next time then,” he said and left. 

I barely was able to take my seat in the car before Kyra grasped my arm with a devious smile, “Y/N/N- Did you just give that guy your number?” My silence was answer enough and she laughed, “Girl! No way!”

No way was right, I thought with a small smile of my own as we pulled away and started home.

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3 am - JJ Maybank

Request: hey! if you’re taking requests could you write something where the reader and jj are dating and jj starts to distance himself from them and the reader is freaked bc they think he’s gonna break up with them but he actually just is scared to tell them he loves them 🥺👉👈 

A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out!!

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You stared at your phone, messages open to the most recent string of texts you had sent to JJ. You were trying so hard not to be ‘one of those’ people but it had been almost three days since you had heard from him and the sudden drop off the face of the earth had you thinking the worst. Reaching out to anyone else hadn’t helped, Kiara and Pope hadn’t seemed to notice anything off about their best friend and you read the text between the lines. Ghosting was just JJ’s thing, relationships with him didn’t last long and this one had lasted the longest that they’d seen.  

Part of you thought that maybe you should just take this as an out, a painless one because you didn’t have to hear him tell you he didn’t like you anymore or that ‘this wasn’t working’. So maybe you should’ve just taken the out but you couldn’t. You liked JJ and you wanted some kind of explanation, even if it was just him breaking up with you.  

‘Can we please talk? This ghosting shit is really freaking me out’

The fifth in a small string of texts, carefully thought out in the beginning, trying not to badger him too much, until now...letting yourself sound desperate simply because you were. You weren’t expecting much of anything in return but, at three in the morning while you were laying in your room rewatching old episodes of Veronica Mars, your phone buzzed with a text from JJ.

‘sure. Meet me at hawks nest’

Two weeks of nothing but silence and finally he had responded. If it was anyone else in the world you would have had the good sense to ask them when, exactly, they wanted you to meet them, but you knew JJ well enough to know that he meant right then. Because he was probably laying around at John B’s wide awake and on the verge of sobriety.  

You dressed and drove to the Hawk’s Nest, parking near the sign and walking to the actual structure, using your phone as a flashlight in the dark. The ground was damp from the week of rain, coating your feet and sandals in blades of grass. JJ’s dirt bike was at the bottom of the wooden stairs when you got to them.  

“JJ?” You called, careful of the steps in the dark. Hawk’s Nest never really felt safe to you but you’d agreed to meet him here simply because of your desperation and rickety stairs wouldn’t deter you now.  

He was on the first platform when you got to it, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling over, his own phone flipped on its front, flashlight illuminating the dark. You turned your off and stuck it in your back pocket, walking over to him slowly. “Hey, uh, thanks for...meeting me.” You weren’t sure how to say what you wanted to, if you should dive right in with the heavy questions or act like you hadn’t been losing it over his absence in your life for the last two weeks.  

JJ had thought about ignoring the text, the same thing he’d been doing since he started avoiding you, but something about seeing your name pop up on his phone as he laid there on the pull-out at John B’s had him feeling desperate to see you. Fazing you out hadn’t been a gradual thing. Realizing that he had feelings for you, real, serious feelings, had been gradual. At first he’d ignored it and then when he couldn’t do that he tried to downplay it to himself but when other people started to notice he decided that all he could do was cut you off. He figured there would be nothing after that. A clean break, maybe a little shitty on his end but it would be easier if you thought he was just some asshole that was playing with your emotions and you didn’t know just how deep he was in this.  

But then you started texting him when he started ignoring you, asking if he was okay, asking his friends about him. You weren’t going to let him off that easy and he knew, sooner or later, he was going to have to face up to his feelings. He just wasn’t ready to hear you tell him that you didn’t feel that way because he was positive that would be your response. JJ was the kind of guy who was great for a few weeks in the summer but not the sort of serious boyfriend material that anyone would actually want.  

And he should’ve just ignored you but he couldn’t bring himself to. So he agreed to meet and he showed up at the Hawk’s Nest at three in the morning, sucking down the vapors from his juul and trying not to lose it completely before you even opened your mouth.  

But that was the thing, you were just standing there in the dim light from his cellphone, not saying anything.  

“So...what did you want?”  

“You weren’t answering me...I didn’t wanna bother you but,” you shrugged, unsure exactly how you wanted to word your sentence. What were you even trying to say to him? “I mean, I thought things were going really well and then you just kinda...ghosted me.”  

“Yeah.” JJ nodded. Maybe he could just pretend that he was in some weed induced daze, he practically almost was, and write off him showing up as a totally out of character moment. He could just respond to everything noncommittally and hope that you got annoyed enough to just leave.  

“Well I just..I don’t get it, I guess. I mean, what happened?” You asked, trying to get something more out of him.  

He shrugged, “don’t know.”

Your shoulders sagged and you clenched your fists, trying not to get too upset, or at least not more upset than you already were. You wanted answers and yelling wouldn’t get you anywhere, though JJ’s current approach to the situation had you wanting to shake him and make him understand how upset you were.

“Seriously Jay? Why did you even agree to meet me if you were just going to act like this?”  

“I don’t get why you wanted to meet up anyway.” He replied, turning more toward you. He pushed his phone away with his hand and for a moment he was shrouded in shadows.  

“Because you fucking ghosted me with no explanation whatsoever. I thought things were going really well but I guess I was wrong? I don’t get it, I’m sorry I don’t understand like...I really fucking love you and you just, dropped me like it was nothing.”  

JJ said nothing for a moment, finally pocketing the juul he’d been flipping around in his hands since you had arrived. He bit at the inside of his bottom lip, twisting the ring on his thumb as he tried to think of something dismissive to say. In all honesty, his resolve was fading, more so now that you had told him that you loved him. It was the insecurity over that very thing that had made him ghost you in the first place.  

“Whatever, I don’t even know why I bothered.” You said, turning on your heel and heading for the stairs. The silence hadn’t been taken the way JJ had meant it, as a stunned realization that you were in this as deep as he was. Instead you read his silence as rejection, leaving before he could see you cry.  

“No, wait!” JJ scrambled to his feet, grabbing his phone as he stood up, casting flashes of light all over the place as he ran down the stairs after you. “Wait, wait.” He reached you at the bottom step, stopping you at the ground level when he darted out in front of you.

“What JJ?” You hissed.

“Wait...I...” he took a deep breath, “I didn’t think you felt that way about me. I thought, I figured I was the only one feeling that way so I cut you out.”  

“Why didn’t you just talk to me?”  

“I didn’t want you to break up with me.” He replied, “I thought if you knew how I felt and you didn’t feel the same way then it’d be over.”  

“But I do feel the same way and you would’ve known if you’d talked to me instead of cutting me out and treating me like crap.” You said, “I really do love you JJ, but I can’t do this again-”

“You won’t. I won’t.” He promised. “I fucked up, I’m sorrry. Let me make it up to you, please.”

“Okay...but not at 3am...how about we get some sleep?” You offered, looking back to your car in the dark. You would figure things out in the morning, for now it was enough just to know that you and JJ weren’t over. Far from it. 

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3AM in the City

Tetsurō Kuroo - Haikyuu

Synopsis: after high school, you don’t see Kuroo as much as you used to, and not nearly as much as you would like. The only exception is when he calls you up at 3AM to go for a drive—an offer you never turn down; and tonight’s events are exactly why you don’t. 

Rating: PG

Warnings: some kissing, nothing you haven’t seen in the movies before kids. A little angsty if you squint?

As far as you knew, it was just another Friday night you would be spending at home alone, which you didn’t mind in the slightest. As much as you enjoyed going out just as much as the next person, you still knew how to appreciate a quiet night in by yourself.

Scrolling through your phone, the bright, white light illuminating your face in the otherwise pitch black room, you glanced up at the corner of the small device in your hands and took noticed of the time. 3AM. 

Letting out a yawn, almost as if in response to realizing just how late it was, you shifted in bed a little, trying to decide if you should try to get some sleep or keep mindlessly prowling social media for a little while longer.

Before you could make up your mind, however, a notification for an incoming phone call took over your entire screen, startling you a little more than you would like to admit. A small smile toyed at the corners of your mouth as you read the caller ID and answered the call.

“Hello?” You pressed the phone to your ear and sighed, body ready to climb out of bed. You already knew why he was calling . . . it was the only reason he called anymore.

“Hey.” His voice was smooth and casual over the phone, indicating that he hadn’t just woken up, meaning he hadn’t slept at all yet; which wasn’t exactly uncharacteristic of Kuroo. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head instinctively, even though he couldn’t see it. “No,” you answered. “Just lying in bed.”

There was a short pause before he spoke again. “Wanna go for a drive?”

You had already known before you answered the phone that you would be saying yes to his proposition, but instead of responding right away, you hummed softly, pretending to think about it—pretending you weren’t as eager to see him as you actually were.

“Sure.” You swung your legs over the side of your bed and started searching for some clothes in the dark, unwilling to turn on the bright overhead light and ruin the late-night trance that you enjoyed so much. 

“Meet you in ten,” he said before hanging up. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, even though he was no longer on the other line. Thankfully, you knew this was just the way that Kuroo was—he was just bad at talking over the phone—but you still wished he sounded even a little excited to see you after so long.

Pulling on the same outfit you had been wearing that day, purely because they were sitting at the end of your bed and had been easy to find, you tucked your phone into your pocket and fixed yourself up a little before heading out the door. 

Like always, you waited at the street corner for Kuroo to drive up and pick you up. When he arrived almost exactly ten minutes after he had ended the phone call, you jumped into the passenger’s seat of the incredibly expensive and lavish car he drove. That vehicle was his pride and joy and sometimes you were honestly surprised he even let you inside of it considering how little he seemed to care about you lately.

Before you could even get your seat belt on, he was speeding away from the curb and heading out of your neighbourhood. Glancing over at the man you used to consider your best friend, you noticed the creases between his brows and the way his lips stretched into a thin, tight line. Something was bothering him, but then again, he didn’t ask you to accompany him on mindless cruises at 3AM when all was well in his life.

Knowing that it would be a couple of minutes before he warmed up to your presence and wanted to talk, you turned up the radio and watched the scenery pass by out the window. In the distance, you could see the glowing lights of downtown Tokyo, the bustling hub of the city that you usually avoided due to how busy and crowded it was. 

The city in the middle of the night was a completely different story, however. Maybe it was the way the many colourful advertisements and store signs illuminated the dark night sky, or maybe it was the way the streets emptied out enough for the overwhelming aura to dissipate just enough, but driving through the streets at night brought you a sense of euphoric calm that simply couldn’t be obtained during daylight.

Looking back at Kuroo, you took note of how his face had relaxed, even if just a little. You watched his hands tense around the steering wheel, griping tight before relaxing and tapping his fingers against the leather. Feeling your eyes on him, he finally looked over at you and acknowledged your presence.

“How have you been?” he asked seemingly out of nowhere, as if he just realized he would have to make conversation with you eventually.

Your heart fluttered slightly, joy spreading through you at the thought that he genuinely cared about how you were doing. “Fine, thank you,” you told him. “And you?”

“Okay,” he lied. You knew it was a lie, because even though he had changed drastically since high school, he was still just as bad at bending the truth, especially when it came to you.

“That’s good.” You rested your head against the window and observed the passing buildings and how they grew taller and taller the further into the city Kuroo drove.

As silence consumed the inside of the car once more, you became keenly aware of the music playing in the background; so, when a certain song that brought back a lot of memories started playing, you noticed it before Kuroo. 

Your eyes widened a little as you looked from the radio to Kuroo, waiting to see if he remembered it as well—hoping he remembered it. 

Feeling your eyes on him once more, he cocked a dark brow in your direction. “What?”

“This song.” You gestured lazily to the speaker. “Do you remember it?”

Kuroo chewed on his bottom lip as he listened, and for a moment, you thought he had actually forgotten. Then, a wondrous smile spread across his dimly lit face and he nodded. “Yeah, course I remember.” His spirits seemed to have increased ten-fold. “You always insisted we play it, and every time we did, you would sing every single word. Without fail. Every. Single. Time.” 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “What can I say? It’s a good song.” You turned up the volume a couple more notches. 

This time, when the conversation ceased, the vehicle wasn’t filled to the brim with thick tension. Instead, you found yourself thinking back to your days in high school—those incredible three years that you would give anything in the world to return to. Back then, you and Kuroo had been nearly inseparable. Back then, you hadn’t had to fight for his attention.

Back then, you genuinely felt like he wanted to be around you.

Looking to your former-friend and now casual acquaintance, you watched him carefully as he drove, his eyes glued to the road in front of himself. You wondered what had happened. What had gone so wrong that he felt the need to distance himself from you? Had you done something to push him away . . . or was that just the way high school friendships played out?

The question as to what series of events had taken place to get you to where you were now was one that you were unable to answer. The only thing you knew for sure was that you missed Kuroo . . . more than you probably should, but you missed him nevertheless.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, either from the inspiring city lights or the nostalgic song, or maybe both, you shifted in your seat to face the man beside you and cleared your throat. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” you asked matter-of-factly.

Kuroo glanced over at you for a split-second, blinking a few times in response. He was clearly taken aback by your sudden and direct inquiry, and you completely expected him to ignore you altogether or change the subject. What you didn’t expect was for him to turn into the nearest parking lot, park the car, and let out a long, exasperated sigh.

Worry and curiosity coursing through your veins, you sat silent and still, waiting for him to speak or move or do anything.

“I feel lost,” he finally said, his line of sight falling to his lap. There was a pause, and you were unsure if he was going to elaborate more or leave it at that. When you opened your mouth to respond, however, he continued. “Work takes up all of my time . . . so much so that I’m starting to realize I’ve cut ties with everyone I used to know without even noticing it; not until it was too late. And the worst part is, work isn’t even going well. This corporate ladder bullshit is way harder than I ever imagined. I feel stupid for throwing away everything I had for something I might not ever be able to obtain . . . for something I don’t even enjoy. It feels like it’s all for nothing.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Kuroo had never been that open about his feelings with you before; not unless you had pried for days-on-end or he was plastered drunk. 

You were unsure how to respond at first, so you did what you usually did when people came to you with a problem; you tried to put yourself in their shoes and then give the advice you thought you would want to hear.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not all for nothing,” you told him. “You didn’t get into business because you hated it. Sure, maybe the spark is a little dimmer right now or you’re going through a really rough patch . . . but don’t doubt yourself over one little bump in the road.”

Slowly, Kuroo turned his head toward you, his dark eyes landing on you for more than a few seconds for the first time that night. “But how do I know if it’s worth throwing everything else away over?”

“It’s not,” you said simply. “No job is worth throwing everything else in your life away over. But the best part is, you don’t have to choose between a career and a social life, and anyone who says you do is just plain lazy or insanely bad at time management.”

Kuroo cracked a smile at that and a puff of air that could be interpreted as a soft laugh passed his lips. 

“So my advice is just try to do better from here on out.” You smiled back. “Everyone has a hard time every once in a while. If the people in your life truly care about you, they will understand.”

“Do you understand?” he asked.

This time, you didn’t hesitate at all. There was no need to play coy or pretend like you cared less than you really did. “I do.” You nodded. “I’ve missed you.”

Kuroo’s eyes softened and his small smile faltered for half a beat. “I’ve missed you too.” 

Before you knew what was happening, Kuroo’s large hand was caressing your cheek and his lips were pressed against yours. Even though it was the middle of the night, you swore your entire world lit up at that moment. You had known you had wanted your best friend back, but this was so much better. This was more than you could have ever hoped for.

“I’ve been horrible to you.” Kuroo whispered against your lips, his fingertips trailing down the side of your neck and sending shivers up your spine. “I know this is a lot to ask . . . but can you ever forgive me?”

“Just promise to call me more than once a month . . . and maybe during the day sometimes,” you chuckled. 

He laughed, his hot breath warming your face. “I can do that.”

“Then yes, I forgive you.”

[thesmokingguns]

24 Hours

Word Count:3454

Request/ Summary: “Can i request one where nicki gets turned down by their makeup artist or like stand in manager and hes upset and he finds out the the manager just doesnt sleep with people she just met”

I tried to write this where she breaks rules for him and turns him down. He understands what her restrictions are but he can see that living by her strict rules she created for herself she is making herself unhappy.

I hope I hit the prompt you wanted!

A/N: This turned out longer than I expected it to be so sorry about that one. I do have three requests I’m writing right now on top of some of the stuff I am writing so you can all still make requests but I'm going to be saying it’s a two week wait for a new request right now. I also want to say I am going to write a third and fourth part to the 3am Duff series because I have no self control. Thank you for everyone being patient with me and all your kind words! If you want to be added to my tallest please message me or go HERE

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You were having a bad day. Not just a bad day but one of those days where everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. From morning to night it was the literal day from hell for you.

8:12am You woke up, an hour after you had hit snooze on your alarm, twelve minutes after you were supposed to leave your house to get to work.

8:34am After throwing yourself together and rushing out the door, you were running out of the apartment with the cup of coffee you had economically and time consciously thought to make. On the last step before you had escaped into the day you slipped, the hot coffee spilled all down the front of your red dress, because of course it was the one day you weren’t wearing black. Rushing back up the stairs you realized that the keys to get into your apartment were in your apartment, hanging on the hook just out of reach behind the door. So you would be going to work in your coffee dress.

9:01AM You made it to work, only thirty-one minutes late. Your boss wasn’t happy that you were late on a Friday, thinking you had done this on purpose as some slight to them. Which meant they had pulled you in the office and chewed you a new asshole.

They also told you about coming to work in a clean, tidy appearance as if you had wanted to be wearing your coffee.

As you were being yelled at you watched the line back up and couldn’t help but think about how yelling at you was just making the situation worse. You also were also thinking about how next time you’d just call in sick instead of being late.

11:59AM One minute before you were scheduled to take a break, one fucking minute, and the crazy man came in. Throwing his shit smelling money at you and proceeding to vomit all over your window.

Your window, your mess. So instead of having a much needed timeout from the day from hell you were trying to scrub the smell of puke off a counter.

1:47 PM You finally stepped out for lunch. Moving to the payphone to call your roommate. She thankfully answered on the second ring of the apartment phone. At least the door would be unlocked after work, which was one thing you had been worried about.

She was quick to tell you about how she had gotten you a gig for the night. Knowing how you wanted to travel, you two had come up with a plan a few months ago to find work in Hollywood for bands or on film sets. She had been pretty popular making costumes and helping to come up with whole concepts for the upcoming Glam Rock scene. One of her usual bands needed help because their makeup artist had been sick, so you were going to work for her tonight.

This would be considered a good thing but since it was a trial run you were not going to be getting paid for this gig. So your time would be free. The makeup you used on them you needed to provide. And you have to be there at 5PM to set up, which is the exact time that you need to get out of work. Your roommate agreed to help set you up and she was going to bring you a change of clothes to the gig. It would be fine because the band wouldn’t need to be made up until 6 or 7 but it was just another thing on your plate.

So you would be losing money that you needed to pay rent on a bunch of entitled rock stars who would probably not hire you and this whole night would just leave you feeling exhausted and annoyed. Really looking forward to it.

3:49PM Your coworker went home sick with a headache so now you had to do twice the amount of work and there was no hope in hell that you would be making it to the gig in time tonight. That great first impression that you would need to get an actual long job was gone. And you were stuck with a line out the door of people trying to cash their checks all seeming to want to kill you. Happy Friday.

5:02PM You were running down the street, thankful you worked around the corner from the venue. A sigh of relief left your lips seeing your roommate waiting for you. She dragged you inside pushing you towards a bathroom and giving you a bag of clothes to change into. You lined your brown eyes with the kohl liner, winging your eyeliner and adding a deep burgundy lip shade that complimented your darker skin.

“Y/N, hurry up.” you rolled your eyes, repacking the bag and heading out where your friend was waiting for you. “I put your makeup in the dressing room already. It’s not set up yet.” she pulled you down a few hallways. Equipment for the band was more around as they started getting ready to set up everything for the show.

You entered the dressing room, seeing there was a table for food and drinks set up,  a rack of costumes for the band to wear, and finally a vanity where your makeup bag was sitting ready to be unpacked. Your friend handed you a cup, pouring a few fingers worth of vodka into it before splashing in some juice to help the taste.

“Cheers,” you tapped red solo cups drinking heavily. If you weren’t going to get paid for the gig you might as well take advantage of whatever free perks came with it.

6:23PM Sitting on the couch, legs crossed, you were chatting aimlessly with your friend when the door opened and a man walked in looking at you confused.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m the makeup artist for the night.” you were quick to introduce yourself not wanting him to think you were another girl who was just trying to sleep with the band.

“Mick.” he moved to pour himself a full cup of straight vodka, “Can you do my makeup now? The three pretty boys take too much time.” Ushering him into the seat you started out on him, wondering what the hell he meant about the other guys being divas.

7:45PM A blonde burst into the room, seeming surprised that you were standing there. The girl on his arm laughed too loudly and you looked over to your roommate who was handing Mick a belt to wear. She just shrugged, this was normal for her.

“Vince, new makeup artist. You should sit now before the Terror Twins stumble in.” Mick warned him. He pulled away from the girl on his arm headed over to your chair with an easy smile.

“You're going to make me prettier, doll?”

“I’m thinking that you would look with some blue eyeshadow. It would really complete your Malibu Barbie look.” You retorted, watching amused as his mouth dropped open, not used to having someone give it back to him.

You hated cocky assholes who thought that they were God’s gift. There was nothing wrong with a  man who was confident but the way that he was looking at himself in the mirror as you did his makeup you knew he was the type that thought he was above everyone else.

8:21PM  Two men burst into the room as you finished up Vince. Looking at the two taller men you let your eyes wander over them. Vince was a diva but there two were going to be where you had the most trouble. They must be tber terror twins Mick had mentioned.

One of the guys fell into the chair, laughing about something as he sipped the beer he was drinking, rubbing his nose. He lit up a cigarette as he sat back in the chair not seeming to care if it was annoying that he was blowing smoke in your face as you tried to work.

You bit your tongue, annoyed as you tried to work around his cigarette, that he almost burnt you with seven different times. As you worked you could feel a set of eyes on you. Looking up you saw the man he had walked in with, staring at you with these intense olive eyes.

There wasn’t a chance in hell that you would be interested in any of these loudmouth guys, who all seemed to be drunk and hyperactive. It was kind of like you were doing makeup for a bunch of chimps instead of men.

8:55PM Finally the last man was sitting in your chair. His eyes gazing up at you with such intensity you stopped moving around to just look at him.

“Have we met before?” there was something familiar about him and you wondered if you had met him at a bar or at a show before.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’m Nikki.” Usually when a guy used a nickname instead of your given name you chalked it up to them being a douchebag but with him it seemed natural and not derogatory, “Thank you for coming out to do our makeup today. I heard the other artist got sick at the last minute. We appreciate you taking your time to help us out…” he left it blank waiting for you to give him your name.

“Y/N.” You were surprised by how talkative he was. The kindness in his tone is different from the way the other guys have been. Just when you thought he was different you felt a hand on the back of your thigh, “If you don’t get your hand off me I’ll break your fingers so you can’t play tonight.” you warned him, looking into the olive eyes gazing up at you.

He was too good looking. The type of guy you could get into trouble with if you allowed yourself but you wouldn’t be taking home a stranger tonight.

“Do you always talk to your clients like that?” he asked with a coy smile on his face. This was the type of smug you liked. The funny easy going type who could make you laugh if you had not been on your feet for twelve hours.

“Only the ones that don’t pay me.” you replied, swiping his eyeshadow on. You wanted this to be over so you could go home and sleep.

The drummer came over, bumping into the vanity and knocking the eyeshadow off and not seeming to notice as the makeup smashed into a thousand pieces on the ground. You were officially losing a lot of money on this job and didn’t have the funds to replace it.

“Jesus, T-Bone, watch where you’re going.” Nikki commented, watching you start to pack everything up, “Aren’t you sticking around to watch the show?”  You shook your head. “Why don’t you stick around and I’ll take you out after for a late dinner. As an apology for this being a bust for you.” You were sure that the way he smiled and how his eyes were so clear made it easy for him to pick up chicks but you weren’t going to be one of them.

“I had a long day. I’m not going out with you.” You zipped up your bag ready to leave

“Listen, Y/N, just stay until we go on. Maybe I can talk to someone and you can get paid for coming out.” You did need the money. So reluctantly you stayed.

9:57PM You shouldn’t have stayed. Nikki had seemed to think you telling him you were not going out with him was a maybe you’d go out with him.

It had been an hour of him sitting on the couch getting to know you, asking questions and being nice to you. Men weren’t nice to you just for the sake of being nice, they were born without the concept of human decency.

But he had also talked to their manager, pointing at you and saying stuff you didn’t get to hear. Now you were stuck in a weird limbo wondering if you were going to get paid.

11:15pm The band rushed on stage and you were pulled aside by the manager. He handed you and envelope that you knew contained cash.

“The boys are going to have a few California gigs. If you can stick it out for a couple weeks I’ll consider hiring you for the tour. I’ll pay you $100 bucks a gig and you need to bring your own supplies to start but if you go on tour you’ll get a contract.” He said. You agreed and he handed you a piece of paper with four dates, the upcoming week, times, and his phone number to call if you couldn’t make it. There was also a chicken scratch handwriting with the name Nikki and a phone number

You were stunned when he walked away. You not only got paid but you have jobs lined up to make even more. It was a dream.

Looking up, you moved towards the stage watching the bassist move around the stage. He was high energy, loving what he was doing. There was this presence about him that drew you in. If you did get the tour position that would be trouble.

11:59PM You had finished packing up and we’re heading out of the venue to head home. You were ready for your bed and a few hours of sleep. The guys were playing tomorrow and you wanted to not be having a bad day.

Trying to sneak out, you almost jumped back when four sweaty men came barreling into the room. Your heart instantly went to your throat seeing Nikki. His smile dancing across his lips, hey black hair stuck to his forehead just oozing self confidence and sex appeal.

“You’re leaving so soon?” You just nodded at his question, wondering if it would be considered rude to tuck his hair out of his face. “Did you call a taxi or need a ride? There’s a lot of unsafe riff raff out this late.” He warned and you almost thought he sounded concerned.

“I’m a grown woman. I can walk myself home. It’s only like 15 minutes from here.” His eyebrow raised as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“No you won’t.” You shoe back, “I don’t know you and I don’t leave with strangers I’ve only known for one day.” You responded. It was practical to have rules to keep you from getting hurt.

“Well, Y/N, we’ve known each other for two days now since it’s past midnight.” He was so calm saying this to you, “And I’m trying to cut back on drinking so if they see me leave with you I won’t be harassed so you’ll really be doing me the favor.” Thinking about what he said, your tongue licked your top lip nervously. The way his eyes followed this motion gave you your answer.

“Thank you for the offer. I’m going to say goodbye to my roommate. I’ll see you in 20 minutes outside?” You gave him a smile and  saw the way he was melting under your touch as you moved away from him.

You moved over to your friend letting her know you were leaving and you’d see her at home.

12:22 AM Adjusting the bag over your shoulder you weaved through the crowds pouring in and out of all the clubs. No one ever really bothered you walking home. It was just the cat calling and guys thinking that they had a right to run their mouths

“Y/N.” You frowned hearing your name. The roar of a motorcycle speeding up had your eyes looking out on the street.

Oh Shit. There was Nikki, looking at you with a line where his smile had been, his kind eyes looking annoyed at you. You had left him after saying you’d let him take you home but he was too pushy.

“Get on.” the steely tone of his voice made you stop what you were doing, thinking of what to do next. People were looking at the pair of you, some probably recognizing Nikki from his band. You rolled your eyes, stepping forward.

“Listen to me, I’m not getting on. I don’t know you.” His look softened and it was like for the first time he understood what the issue was.

“I just want to make sure that you make it home safe. I know you don’t want anything happening to you. It would feel like my responsibility if you went missing after doing the band's makeup.” you rolled your eyes. Eyeing him and the bike. It had been a long day and it was onlya  five minute drive. What was the worst that could happen?

1:02AM The worst thing that could happen was happening.

When you got on the back of Nikki’s Harley he had asked where you lived. As he drove, you wrapped around his back you realized for the first time of the night you were smiling a genuine wife smile.

Watching the lights of the Strip and the hustle and bustle fly by when wrapped around his warm body, the noie drowned out by the roar of the bike was nice. It felt good. So when you pulled up on your street and he asked if you wanted to drive around more you didn't say no like you should have.

Weaving around the empty highways with just the pair of you was nice. There was no conversations but it felt like you two were getting to know each other on another level.

3:55AM Nikki pulled the bike into a donut shop on the side of the highway. The smell of fresh baked pastries and coffee brewing awakening you much like the wind whipping your face had been keeping you awake but it had been almost twenty four hours awake.

The pair of your ordered black coffee and a donut, sitting on stools at the counter and eating in a comfortable silence.

“Are you mad at me?” He didn’t have a cheeky grin on his face like you had expected but he was serious. “I know you said you wouldn’t go out with me but it just seemed like you were having a bad day and I have a hero complex.” you snorted when he said this. Surprised he admitted that he had a heroes complex.

“I’m not mad. I got on the back of your bike and stayed out.” you thought for a second, “I think I needed it. I always follow my rules and never break them. I think sometimes I need a break from the rules I create.” you said all this with your heart beating wondering what the hell you were doing with this guy in the middle of nowhere.

5:41AM Nikki had wrapped his leather jacket around you, both your boots abandoned by the motorcycle as you sat with toes in the sand watching the sun rise over the Pacific. You hadn't even seen the sun rising over the ocean before so you were wrapped up in the orange and golds of the sky, how the inky black of the water came alive into blue and purple hues with the light.

It was beautiful.

It felt like something was washing over you as you watchined it. Something was changing as you watched the sun start a new day. A new day that you had this feeling in your bones was going to be a good day.

Wiping a tear away, you took a deep breath remembering that you had moved here to make your dreams come true and for the first time it felt like it was going to happen.

A hand on your back reminded you that you weren’t alone. His olive eyes looking at you, concerned. You wiped a tear away trying to laugh it off.

“I never saw the sunrise over the ocean. It’s beautiful,” It was at that moment, wrapped up in the beauty of everything that you realized that he was going to kiss you. The way his hand was against your check, wiping the tears away.

But you surprised both of you leaning forward to push your lips against his. Making the first move. You were breaking all of your rules for him but it felt good and you could tell you would be breaking more rules with him

6:00AM It was going to be a good day.

[hnderyx]

Askkgssjj will you do a WayV reaction to their s/o having nightmares? Also I just found your account, your doing amazing! :) 💕💗💕💕❤️❤️💕💕

WayV reacting to their s/o having a nightmare

Thank you so much for your ask, and for the praise ❣️

I'm still a bit new to this Tumblr stuff but I'm learning :))

I hope you like the reactions 💕

Kun:

Kun awoke to the sound of your muffled cries and an excessive amount of tossing and turning

It was pretty much heartbreaking

He reaches over and gently tries to wake you 

“y/n, hey..”

There’s no reaction from you- you just continue to cry in your sleep

So he sits up and flicks on the bedside lamp

He nudges you with a bit more force

Still trying to be somewhat gentle to not startle you

“y/n, honey, wakey wakey..”

At this point, you start to somewhat wake up

You try to focus on his form in the dimly lit room

But the amount of tears in your eyes and the fuzzy feeling of being half asleep somehow makes him seem slightly more threatening than just your typical Kun

Kind of like when you’re half asleep and you roll over and see the pile of clothes on your computer chair and you think “huh, that looks suspiciously like the grim reaper coming to steal my soul”

So you kind of freak out and pull the duvet over your head, hoping that the demon Kun your half-asleep brain has fabricated in place of your basically harmless boyfriend disappears

You hear a soft chuckle from outside of your duvet haven

“y/n, you know I’d never hurt you.. you seemed to be having a bit of a bad dream. Your cries woke me up”

He begins to pull the duvet from your hands down to your chest

He lays down before reaching out and gently wipes the tear streaks from your cheeks

“Come here..” he pulls you to his chest and holds you close “I won’t let anything hurt you..”

Ten:

It wasn’t abnormal to not have Ten by your side when you fell asleep

Which was of course, heartbreaking

But it was the reality of your life together

The reality of your lover having an insane work schedule

So when you woke from a horrifying nightmare to see the other side of the bed empty

It was just another hit of that cruel reality

You decided to get up and make yourself some tea while you waited for him to come home

You were partially worried about experiencing the dream again if you did fall asleep too fast, anyways

So as you sat on the couch with a teacup in your hands watching late night TV

You heard the front door slam and an “oops” echo down the entrance hall of your apartment

Seconds later, an extremely tired Ten enters the living room 

Both of your forms illuminated by the ancient episode of Robot Chicken playing on the flatscreen

“What.. are you up for, y/n?”

“I had a nightmare and didn’t want to fall asleep without you here”

On some level, he could understand

So he proposed the idea of you two taking a shower together to calm each of your nerves

And then you two would fall asleep in each other’s arms, safe from everything and anything the world had to throw at you. At least, for that moment

Winwin:

A blood curdling scream woke this poor guy out of a dead sleep

Like when I say ‘woke’

His eyes flung open and he sat up in probably less than 2 milliseconds

It scared the living hell out of him

When he finally came to his senses and started to realize who he was and where he was

He noticed soft sobs from your side of the bed

Oh,

Unfortunately this was a regular occurrence for you

You’d often have a reoccurring dream

Something along the lines of ‘there was a zombie apocalypse and you and Sicheng had to somehow survive with hoards coming at you 24/7′

Sensing your very obvious discomfort

He lays down again and pulls your sleeping form close to him

He still didn’t really know what to do when something like this happened

So he was torn between holding you close and letting you continue your slumber, hoping for it to become more peaceful with his body spooning yours

Or to wake you and potentially scare the living daylights out of you

So he settled for a mix- holding you close and trying to wake you gently 

His hand ghosted down your forearm before finding your hand

He began rubbing gentle circles on the top of it as he whispered things to hopefully slowly pull you out of your sleep

“y/n.. you need to wake up now..”

You stirred and he spoke again

“You’re safe here, you just need to wake up..”

Eventually, after a bit, he finally succeeded in his mission

You woke and pressed yourself more against his body, just wishing for him to hold you for eternity

“Thank you, Sicheng..”

“Shh, just relax and try to sleep again. I’ve got you..”

Lucas:

Lucas knew pretty much how to deal with your reoccurring nightmares

Like holding you close to him and whispering things along the lines of “it’s alright, y/n” to you as you sleep is a pretty decent way of handling the situation

He figured if you wanted to wake up, you would

And he’d be there for you

So during your 2:17am nightmare, he held you close 

He whispered things to help calm you

Until you woke up and wrapped your arms around him

You began to softly cry against the fabric of his shirt

As you did this, he rubbed your back softly letting out the occasional “shh..”

Until you managed to pull yourself together

After a few moments of silence, he reached for the TV remote off of his bedside table

“Maybe we should just watch TV for a little to calm down..?”

You gave him a slight nod

So until you two drifted off to sleep together, you guys watched some old black and white movies

At some point you questioned why you even have this channel, isn’t it for old people?

Xiaojun:

As foolish as it sounds, how you and Xiaojun deal with these situations is to go for a ~3am walk together 

So when you wake from your nightmare, you nudge him a little

Eventually waking him and earning a ? face from the guy

You pull him into a hug

“Nightmare, Dejun..”

A soft ‘ah’ leaves his mouth as he rubs your lower back

“A quick walk, then?”

You nod before detaching yourself from him

You two both pull on some sweats and a hoodie

He makes some chamomile tea for you guys to drink as you walk along the quiet street

Honestly, getting some fresh air was just enough to calm you 

Having Xiaojun and the tea was just an added bonus 

When you two finally arrive back home around 45 minutes later

All you want to do is climb back into the warm bed

And snuggle close to him, of course

As you fall asleep with your head resting against his chest

Listening to his heartbeat

He sings you Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

(That was a song my mum used to sing to me all the time when I had a bad dream-)

Hendery:

This was something you both experienced for the first time

Dozing in and out of a nightmare as you try to grasp onto the real world

It’s quite horrifying

So when Hendery hears your voice calling for him during his slumber

He’s immediately woken out of his sleep

Poor guy gets more panicked as you get more panicked

"y/n, are you okay?"

He is so confused

He eventually manages to wake you up out of your sleep and helps you sit up

When you explain to him that you had a terrible nightmare, he pulls you into a tight hug

He rubs soft circles into your lower back as he explains that "it's just a dream, you're here with me now"

You know this, of course

But just hearing these things from him immediately soothes you

Yangyang:

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Yangyang to stay up until the crack of dawn playing FFXIV with his older members

He was often pulled into ‘just one more dungeon’ by Xiaojun, who just wanted to get better loot

So he was already awake when he heard the shuffling of the bedsheets, signifying a lot of tossing and turning

Shortly after the tossing and turning started, the soft sobs began

Fortunately (or not, idk), you managed to wake yourself

“Yangyang..?” 

He turned to see your face covered in tears

His heart broke in two

“What are you doing up, y/n?”

The real question was what was HE doing up?

“Nightmare..”

You sat up and wiped your tears against the sleeve of your (his) hoodie

“Okay well.. You wanna come sit on my lap and watch me play for a bit before we both go to bed?”

With a slight nod, you stood and trudged over to him

You placed yourself in his lap and cuddled close to him

You ended up falling asleep in this position as he continued to play

But the feeling of him there was enough to give you a sense of absolute security

[derryqueenx]

omgosh yay! >.< Can I please request a small whump fic, maybe like someone see's Vince out one night and gets a bit obsessed and corners him outside the club? Maybe Howard can arrive and scare him off or something??

what is a small fic?

Here you are friend!! Tiny lil Vince Whump fic for your bright Thursday morning.

(Warning: implied non/con, knives)

Vince knew he had one too many drinks tonight. He could tell by the way the room was spinning and the music from the DJ Booth was echoing loudly in his ears, the words mumbling together and never sounding too distinct. He probably should have called it quits about 2 Flirtini’s ago, if he was honest.

He scanned the crowd of people trying to locate Leroy to tell him he was heading off, but the faces all mended together, no distinct features jumping out at him to tell the differences apart of anyone. Anyone except that one dick he’d met about an hour ago.

Ralph, he said his name was. He’d offered to buy Vince a drink, which he normally would have accepted no questions asked, except for the fact Ralph immediately followed it up with “in return for you giving me something to show your thanks.” So yeah, he turned that offer down rather quickly.

The nerve of that dude! To think Vince would whore himself out like for 1 Flirtini. No thank you.

When Vince’s search for Leroy came up short, he opted to call Howard instead. A quick glance at his phone told him it was 3:21am, so Howard was definitely asleep, but oh well, he’ll wake up if Vince asks him to. That’s the beauty of Howard. He’ll do anything if Vince is the one asking.

Vince knows he abuses this power he has over Howard just a bit too much, but he was having so much fun with it, it was hard to stop. He liked to push the older mans buttons, to see what exactly he could get away with, and an early morning pick up was definitely something he could and has gotten away with.

“Vince? It’s 3am, what the hell do you want?”

Vince had stumbled outside the bar by the time Howard had answered, sounding groggy on the other end.

“Canyou mmpick me upppp?” He slurred out, all of his words hardly sounding cohesive, but Howard seemed to understand just fine by the sound of his loud annoyed grunt.

“Where are you?” He spat after seconds of contemplative silence.

“Velvet Omiooon!” He sung out, kicking a rock he’d found on the ground.

“Give me 10 minutes.” And then Howard hung up.

Vince stumbled along the pathway, walking up and down in his usual waiting spot for Howard, attempting to walk in a straight line and failing miserably, giggling to himself every time he fell over. As he was glancing down at his shiny new boots, distracted and counting his steps, he missed the sound of someone coming up behind him.

Suddenly, a tight grip constricted his chest as a large bulky arm wrapped around him, another hand shooting up and covering his mouth firmly, and Vince found himself being pulled backwards into the alleyway behind him.

He tried to fight against the grip, unable to see who his attacker was and get a firm grip on the person to pull him off. His eyes were wide as he looked around for any sign of anyone to help him, but it was so early in the morning that most people were asleep or had already gone home and called it a night.

Vince thrashed against them, mumbling out threats that would go unheard, when suddenly the arm that had been holding him firmly against the chest snaked away, the one still on his mouth still pressing firmly against him to keep him in place, and the disappeared hand returned once more, this time with a shiny object.

He felt the tip of the knife push against his cheek, not hard enough to draw blood but definitely hard enough to cause a small amount of panic in the raven haired man.

“Stop squirming.” The man behind him grunted out and Vince stiffened immediately. “Good. You going to squirm again?” He asked, pressing the knife in just a little bit more for emphasis and Vince gulped, knowing better than to shake his head and decided to mumble out a loud enough “Mhmm” to tell him he would stay still.

His attacker seemed pleased enough with his response and with no warning whatsoever, the knife disappeared but the object of fear was only replaced by Vince getting slammed rather roughly into the brick wall next to them, his back connecting with the stone and knocking all the air out of him. He tried to take in a deep breathe but found the hand was still clamped over his mouth, and all he could do was grunt instead.

Now he had a better view from this position, his eyes swam into focus to locate whoever was manhandling him, and his gaze found Ralph. He looked at the bigger man with wide, confused eyes, silently pleading for an answer or to be let go, or both. Both would also be acceptable.

“Don’t look so shocked, gorgeous. You’re in there shaking your ass for every gal and guy to see, just to shoot them down? What, you just like the attention, is that it?” Vince couldn’t possibly answer so he knew it must have been a rhetorical question, and the glint of the knife still in Ralph’s hand reminded him to keep still and try not to fight. Ralph pushed himself up closer to Vince so they were chest to chest, Vince’s much smaller frame shrinking even more and being swallowed whole by Ralph’s manly stature. “If it’s attention you want, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Ralph leant in more now, his nose gently brushing against Vince’s cheek causing the smaller man to instinctively flinch away whimpering, attempting to turn his head away with no prevail. He waited for Ralph to threaten him for not listening, but instead of the sharp blade of the knife in his cheek, he felt a warm and wet sensation.

Ralph licked a long streak up the side of Vince’s face, starting from his jawline up to his temple, and Vince hated every second of it. Every ounce in his being wanted to shove Ralph away or squirm out of the grip or do something but even someone as stubborn and defiant as Vince drew the line when being threatened with a knife. “Mmmm, delicious.” Ralph purred out, the smug look evident in his voice.

Even caught up in being harassed, Vince still heard the unmistakable sound of a van door closing nearby, his eyes shooting open with hope and desperation that maybe if he just wished hard enough Howard would be able to find him.

Ralph clearly heard the interruption as well. He let out a frustrated groan, his cheek now squished in with Vince’s, almost as if he was just breathing in Vince, and sighed. “Until next time, gorgeous. I promise.” He gave Vince’s cheek one last peck for good measure, before the force of his body weight left entirely, the hand against his mouth vanishing and with nothing to support him upright anymore, Vince immediately slid down the wall in shock and fright, his own hand immediately shooting up to wipe at his saliva infested cheek.

He sat on the cold, dirty ground just staring blankly ahead at nothing, his brain trying to keep up with everything that just happened and coming up blank – probably also from the alcohol in his system.

“Vince?” Howard’s voice rung out and Vince’s head whipped over to the source of the sound, seeing that tall silhouette of his friend just at the end of the alleyway. “Vince, what’s wrong?” Even from back there Howard could tell something was wrong. Probably from the way Vince was sitting on a dirty floor in his favorite pair of drainpipes. Or maybe he just knew.

“Howard.” Vince mumbled, scrambling to his feet and racing towards his friend as fast as his feet would carry him, basically throwing himself at the Northerner, arms wrapped around his neck as he held him tight enough to cut off circulation, gripping with all his might. “Oh, god Howard..” Vince didn’t know at what point he had started crying, but now the flood gates had opened he was scared he might not stop.

Howard didn’t even bother with his usual ‘don’t touch me’ mantra – apparently the sight of Vince in distress is enough to do that to someone – and simply held onto Vince nearly as tightly as the younger man was. “What happened?” He asked, clearly panicking but trying not to show it.

Vince couldn’t answer. All he could do was hold tightly, and tell himself he was never going out again.