#time. no bad energy can bother me. i am full of love and happiness and joy and positivity for my favourite old man.

[lululeighsworld]

Here's to one of my fave days of the year!! Happy Birthday Gunter!! ギュンターさんお誕生日おめでとう！！

I've also been reorganizing my shrine to include more FE14 merch -- I'm really happy with how it's coming along!!

[allllium]

Stage 2

~ finished this a little later than I wanted to but here it is. It's pretty short but I love soft Remus so much <3

~ Fluff/ Hurt/comfort? WC: 852

~ Laying with Remus after a full moon <3

When dating Remus Lupin there are always three stages. Right before the full moon, right after the full moon and any other time. Right now you're firmly planted in stage 2, the day after the full moon.

Remus during this time is always extremely clingy, even more so than usual (not that you mind). But right now you're currently trapped under your very tall boyfriend.

You're laying on your side with him behind you holding you as close as he physically can. Remus loves skin to skin contact with you when he's in this clingy state so you're both laying in your underwear. He has his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head hidden in your neck.

“Remus, baby, are you ready for some food?” You ask him gently, not getting an answer. However, you know he has a lack of energy due to the activities of last night so you poke him until he answers.

“No.” Is all he grumbles, clearly sick of getting poked in the face.

“You have to eat at some point.”

This time you don't get a word response from him, only gaining an angry grunt as he fails to pull you closer.

“Remus, sweetie, I'm pretty sure we're as close as physically possible.” A small laugh tumbles though your lips.

“No.”

“Am I gonna get any response other than no?”

“Maybe.”

You softly chuckle at him again. “Remy, it's a Sunday. I am more than happy to lay in bed with you all day after you eat some food. What can I make James get you?”

“Something from the hall is fine.”

“Okay good I'll make James bring us something.”

“Thank you.” He mutters, a little gentler than before.

You send a message to James via magic to get You and Remus some food from the hall. Once James arrives he leaves the food on the bedside table and exits the room while making a dozen of strange winky faces towards Remus. Shaking your head at his childish antics, you start to sit up.

Remus seems to have a problem with that as he aggressively pulls on your hips until you're lying back down. You let a startled shriek and your eyes grow wider at his movement. He acts like nothing happened and puts his head back on your chest.

“Remus. What the fuck?” You ask him in disbelief. Yes he is usually clingy but this is a whole new level for him.

“Don't wanna move.” His voice shows nothing but comfort.

“You can't eat while you're lying on me.”

“Then I won't eat.”

“Remus Lupin you will eat this food or I will go back to my dorm and you can cuddle a pillow.”

That gets his attention. He lifts his head up just enough to give you a betrayed glare. Instead of getting up like you were hoping, he moves his arms in a way that allows him to tighten his grip around you. “Try me.”

What the hell is going on right now??

“C'mon let's eat.” You pull out of his hold and sit up. He doesn't move, flopping his head on your lap instead. “No up.”

Reluctantly he pulls his head off the bed and grabs the plate of food. You eat in complete silence. Remus eats as quickly as he can, holding your hand the whole time.

As soon as you both finish your food, he tosses the plates to the side and pulls you to him.

“Are you okay, honey? You're not usually this bad.”

“Am I bothering you?” Such a simple question shouldn't be enough to melt your heart but somehow it did.

“No, of course not.” You pause for a moment to make him look at you. “I just want to make sure you're alright.”

“I'm fine. I just want to be with you.”

“I'm not going anywhere. Do you need anything else? Water or something?”

“No just you.” His voice is quiet, almost inaudible. “If I don't let you go you can't leave.”

“What?” Saying your face dropped at the speed of light would still be an understatement.

“Nothing.”

“Honey, that's not nothing. What's wrong? What can I do?”

“It's nothing Angel. I just overheard someone say something about my scars.” He shrugs it off but I can tell it bothered him. “But that doesn't matter because you love me and that's all that matters.” He repeats the words you've told him many times.

“You're still allowed to be upset, Remy.”

“I know but I don't wanna be. I don't want some random person to be able to affect me.”

“You can't choose your feelings. And that's okay. Those people have no right to talk about you like that when you're prettier than all of them.

“Pretty?” He finally gives you a full smile.

“Pretty, hot, gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, I can keep going.”

“I think I get it.”

“Good because you're perfect and you need to know it.”

“Thank you, angel.” He leans up to give you a quick kiss on the top of your nose. “I love you y'know.

“I love you too, Remy.”

~ Now off to go make a banner for this amazing man and can someone please explain how y'all do those 'read more' things, I'm so confused 😭

[ellies-little-thing]

"And they roommates..." Oh my god, they were roommates! (e.w) p.1

*not my images

My Masterlist <3

Part 1 Part 2

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Warnings: Roommates; modern Ellie; Mature content; swearing; fluf; smut; arguing; reader is referred to as she/her; Ellie is mean;  Mentions of past relationships;  mentions of drinking; love/hate relationship; Reader has a vagina; enemies to lovers (kinda); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: I really tried hard writing this one. It's my favorite one I've written yet. I hope you love it as much as I do! Happy reading! (I love vines, what can i say?)

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI!!

w/c: 4k

Ellie was your roommate, one you weren’t fond of either, due to how she was always up past midnight screaming down her mic at her video games, and how she basically never left her room, and if she did, she bothered you when you tried to study.

Tonight was another night she was playing games, eventually taking a break she walked past your room, before smirking to herself and leaning against the doorway, ready to get on your nerves as always.

“Do you ever not study?” She asked with a teasing and mocking tone in her voice.

“Do you ever study?” You said annoyed.

“Nah” She was just leaning there smiling at you now as you studied. “You’re just a massive dork is all.”

“Thanks, not in the mood to be called names.” You said to Ellie, still looking at your study books. She just shrugged.

“Well I don’t really care if you’re in a good mood or not, you’re boring.” She said as she smiled as if she was proud of herself for her comeback.

“Whatever Ellie, go back to your game.”

She scoffs. “Why? Just to have you complain about the noise??” She said as she leaned against the door, crossing her arms under her chest.

“Just so I can be alone without you here distracting me.” You said really upset.

“How am I distracting? I’m not even doing anything” Ellie scoffed, as if she was in the right and you were just complaining for nothing.

“Fine, stay there then.” You were so out of patience and didn't have energy to deal with Ellie.

“Wow, how kind of you.” She sarcastically said as she stayed there just smiling and being a distraction at this point.

“Stop staring, I can feel your eyes on the back of my head.” You really couldn't concentrate on your studies right now. Ellie was really getting on your nerves.

“Maybe I’m just admiring how much of a dork you are.” She said in a mocking voice as she let her arms fall to her side. “You’re just an easy target.”

“Or maybe I'm just too gorgeous.” You said sarcastically as you didn't really think you were that beautiful.

“Pfft, not even close. You’re not bad looking, but I’d say the most attractive thing about you is the fact you keep yourself to yourself most of the time.” Ellie rolled her eyes as she said this, the sarcasm just reeked off her tone.

“At least i dont bother other people.” You now looked at Ellie with an annoyed face.

“I'm not that annoying…” Ellie frowned and spoke quietly.

“Okay, if you’re so innocent, how is it that I have to listen to your video game playing every night? Hmm? Do you think I’m enjoying the sound of an 11 year old screaming at their microphone? I'm the one that has to hear it, you idiot.” You scoffed as you were full of rage.

“I’m the idiot?? The only idiot here is you. “ Ellie said defensively.

“You’re the one playing those damn shooting games! Why not turn it down or wear headphones? Or do you enjoy the sound of children screaming down your mic?” By this point Ellie was in your face, her arms crossed under her chest as she made a frown.

“Ellie, I'm not in the mood, leave me be.”

“Okay, fine I'll leave.” Her voice and expression softened at the end, she was genuinely being serious now.

“Sure, bye.”

She got off your door then, now it only being 7:30pm. “But if I come back at 9 and you’re still playing I’m turning your console off myself.”  You said with a huff, as she was walking back to her own room. As soon as she reached her room she slammed her door shut, now alone in her room, she sighed and threw herself onto her bed.

“Real mature!” You almost shouted so she could hear you through the walls. For a few minutes Ellie layed there, now feeling a little bad. She wanted to say sorry, but her pride was too strong. Eventually it was too much so she got up and walked to your room and she knocked on the door softly.

“Uhm.. Hey, I came to say sorry for being a dick earlier.” She smiled awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, did you now? Took you a long time to figure that one out…” You said clearly very annoyed. Ellie rolled her eyes. “Shut up, come on I’m trying to apologize…”

“Make me shut up then!” You spat at her, frowning your face and stuck your tongue out mockingly.

“Ohhh I’m so tempted too” Ellie muttered under her breath before she shook her head, it seemed her pride was still not gone.  “Uhm, so are you going to accept my apology?” She asked with a genuine tone in her voice.

“Fine.” You said that so Ellie would go away and not interrupt your study session anymore.

And suddenly Ellie’s pride was out in full force again, she smirked at you not wanting to show she was actually happy the apology was accepted. “Is that it? Fine? Giving up so soon?” She asked as she raised her eyebrow.

“I don't want to argue with you, I'm tired and trying to study for my exam.” You really just wanted to be alone at this point. Ellie’s eyes widened for a moment before she just laughed. “Oh my god you had me worried you were still pissed off at me for a moment! Well, maybe that’s my ego getting the better of me.” Ellie shrugged but her tone was friendly now. “Well, good luck on your exams.” She said as she turned to walk back to her own room.

“Bye! Don't come back!” You said as she closed your bedroom door.

Then Ellie left, before turning back around to tease you again.

“Wait, hey, what’s your name?”

“Are you really asking me that? You really are an asshole. You forget things fast, or maybe you just don't actually care about anyone but yourself!.”

“No, I’m not an idiot. Of course I know your name, I just wanted to hear you say it.” Ellie said, embarrassed for not remembering your name. You have been roommates for a week now.

“What's my name then?” You asked, getting very angry.

Ellie was now visibly irritated. “My god, you’re so annoying all the time…” She took a deep breath. “Y/N, right?”

“Good job you little baby, it wasn't so hard was it?” You sighed very angry because of Ellie's forgetfulness, you couldn't believe this. “You really are the best roommate in the world.” You said sarcastically looking at Ellie. 

“Wow, now who sounds like an 11 year old?” Ellie said as she rolled her eyes.

“You do.”

All Ellie could do was laugh at this. “Ohhhh, now who’s acting like a child?”

Then she just smirked.

“Still you Ellie.”

“Oh shut up” Ellie said, knowing the conversation has come to a stalemate now. “You really are just like a kid, go to your room.”

“Whatever! At least I don’t look like a 12 year old boy!” Ellie’s voice was now filled with annoyance as she said that, you had officially got under her skin.

“Excuse me? At least I'm not the one playing with 12 year olds” You said loudly, really offended by Ellie's words. Ellie just went silent, then eventually she groaned and shook her head.

“Oh god this is stupid. Fine, I'll go to my room okay?” She said as she walked away from your door.

“And stay there!” You shouted again through the walls.

Again, Ellie just groaned. Eventually she was in her room and shut the door behind her. Ellie was bored now that she wasn’t teasing you, she really liked getting under your skin.

“Finally, some peace…” You said to yourself. For a while now you had peace and quiet, but it was now 10:30pm, Ellie’s video game was going for a good couple of hours, and the noise wasn't going to stop, you knew Ellie would just keep doing it out of spite.

“For fucks sake!” You said to yourself as you were trying to go to sleep with all the shouting Ellie was doing. Soon, you could hear Ellie screaming down her mic in the other room. “Yeah! That's how it's done! That's how a pro wins!”

“Ellie shut the fuck up!”

“Make me!” She replied, and then you heard a bunch of screaming kids laughing. 

“I'll punch you in the face with the kids hearing!”

“Okay fine” And just like that the screaming stopped, replaced by the sounds of footsteps from her room, heading to your door to knock on it again.

“What now? What could you possibly want from me? Let me sleep!”

“Uhm.. can I come in?” Ellie asked, her voice was quiet, she seemed serious now.

“Why? Are you scared of the dark?” You mocked Ellie.

“No.. I just. I wanna talk to you about something” Ellie was now standing there waiting for your permission. She was a bit nervous as she asked this.

“Fine, come in..” You said with an annoyed tone in your voice.  Ellie then walked into your room, closing the door once she was inside. “Can I sit down.. please?”

“Sure, why not?...” She saw your frustrated face but sat down on your bed anyway. “So I know we’re not.. like.. close or anything and you probably think I hate you or whatever.. but I genuinely wanted to tell you something.”

“What is it?” You said crossing your arms.  “It’s about why I’m always so mean to you..”

“Oh, why are you always so mean then?” You genuinely wanted to know the answer this time.

“I… I like you.” Ellie’s voice turned soft as she said that, the pride in her voice was completely gone. “I just don’t know how to show it properly..”  You freezed as you heard Ellie's words come out of her mouth. You expected a lot of excuses but this was not one of them. With how mean she treated you, you were really starting to get the impression that she hated you and you were starting to hate her. The past week was filled with mean and snarky comments everytime you got home or just got out of your room to get a simple glass of water. 

“What do you mean you like me?” You asked, still not believing what she's just said. Ellie got really nervous and started to blush looking at her hands that she was fidgeting with. She didn't know what to say now. She just waited for your reaction.

“Ellie, what are you talking about?” You asked with a calmer and confused voice. “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You had seen her on campus with a girl almost all of the times you saw her during the day.

“No, me and her broke up a little while ago. I never told you?”

She said, it was true, you couldn’t have known about it because she never told you, she kept it to herself because of how she felt.

“No, you didn't tell me…” You were very confused right now. “I don't know what to say…” Ellie’s face turned to a frown now, then suddenly she started to get up. “Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything.” She sounded sad now, like she wanted to cry.

“I just wasn't expecting this.” You said a bit seriously.

“No, I’m an idiot for even asking.” She said, then shook her head as if she was in denial of her feelings. “We should just carry on as we have been, maybe I can just forget about it.” Ellie then walked towards your door.

“Ellie!” You said as she closed the door to your room and went to her own not turning around. You were feeling a bit awkward now but it was late and you were tired. You had class in the morning so you ignored what happened just now and tried to sleep. “I'll talk to her tomorrow.” You said to yourself and laid back down and went to sleep.

In the other room Ellie was pacing back and forth as she couldn't believe what she just said. “I'm such an idiot… god…” She said to herself as she sat on her bed with her hands on her face and her elbows resting on her knees. She tried to shrug it away and got under the covers and tried to sleep. She wasn't very successful though. She stayed staring at the ceiling for a good while before finally falling asleep. She dreamt of you and all the things she should have said instead of being an asshole to you all this time. The truth is that she's very awkward at social interactions and didn't ever learn how to talk to people properly when she should've. The first time she saw you enter your dorm with your bags on your arms and hands, she thought you were beautiful and definitely out of her league. So she tried being a bit of a tease just to see you flustered and annoyed as she thought you looked the cutest like that. 

You woke up at 8 am and got up and got ready for the day. As you left your room to have some breakfast you noticed that Ellie was nowhere to be seen and the door to her room was closed. You thought it was still too early to address the situation so you just ate your cereal and got out the door with your backpack and your books in hand. Ellie was awake and was waiting for the sound of the front door closing, meaning she was alone and didn't have to see you. She was very embarrassed by the previous night's events. As she heard the door close she was able to relax her body and let out a long sigh. She then got up still in her lounge wear, just a sleeveless shirt and gray sweatpants. Her hair was all messed up from just waking up and went to eat some breakfast. She saw that the door to your bedroom was slightly open and went inside. She looked around the room admiring all your decorations, pictures with friends and your sketches, and noticed one you had done of her face. It wasn't finished but her eyes went wide and started sparkling as she saw it. Maybe she had a chance if you thought she was worth drawing.

You got to class and sat on your usual seat listening to the professor. It was a bit boring but you liked your History classes. They calmed you down somehow. As if hearing about all of humanity's conquests and mistakes were a lullaby. As the class ended you got your things and came outside to sit on a bench and soak in some sunlight before your only other class for the day. You saw Ellie going into the building but she didn't seem to notice you. You were a bit relieved she didn't. You still didn't know what to make of things. Ellie was beautiful, there's no denying that. Taller than you and slender with gorgeous green eyes and the nicest smile you’ve ever seen. Her auburn hair was almost always in a half bun and it framed her face perfectly. She wasn't very feminine and obviously a lesbian, but her traces were soft and delicate. She had a tattoo on her right forearm and her hands were a bit calloused and her veins prominent. You had noticed she was muscular, she must attend a gym or something for sure, but it just made her more attractive. 

Half an hour passed and it was time for your next class. As you entered the room you noticed Ellie in the last row. You didn't know you had classes together since she was not taking the same degree as yours but you tried to not look at her as if you never saw her in the first place. She only noticed you once you were sitting and with your back to her. She got a bit nervous for the rest of the class. As it ended she waited for you to leave first so she wouldn't bump into you. She was still very embarrassed, and wasn't ready to confront her feelings. She hated feeling so powerless. 

Later that day you got home and went straight to your bedroom and closed the door. You were finally alone and could relax from your social anxiety. You sat on your bed and opened your pc. Maybe some youtube videos will help you calm down. That was what you hoped at least. Some time later you heard the front door open and heard laughs, one was Ellie's for sure, the other you didn't recognize, but definitely a girl.  You kept your attention on the sounds coming from outside your room, as they traveled to Ellie's room where the sounds from those damm games always came from. Suddenly the laughs stopped and you didn't know what was happening. Maybe Ellie brought a friend home for a study session or something but that didn't seem to be the case. A few minutes later you started hearing moans, at least it was what you thought. You couldn't be jealous because you and Ellie had nothing, but somehow you were filling up with rage at each moan the girl made. Ellie sure seemed to be having some fun. You on the other side not so much. You tried to put on your headphones and listen to music to muffle the noises but it didn't work as well as you thought it would. The two girls were getting louder by the minute. You couldn't hear those disgusting noises for one second more so you grabbed your phone and keys and bolted out of the front door and made sure to slam it so Ellie heard it.

Ellie had brought some girl that had a crush on her home, she wanted to forget what she said to you. Getting girls was never hard for her, she practically had them lining up for her, and this made her feel confident. Yes, Ellie was a bit of a playboy, her reputation on campus was almost legendary at this point. People even made bets on who would be the next girl Ellie would choose to fuck. She didn't think of herself like that though, she used this facade as a way to cope with how insecure she was about herself.

You went to the park to get some fresh air. It was getting a bit cold out and you got out of the house in such a hurry that you forgot to bring your jacket. Great. Just great. You headed to the library and picked up a random book to read as a form to pass the time. When you looked at the time it had passed 2 hours, it was 8 pm. You dicided to go back home as you figured they have had more than enough time to fuck all they wanted. When you were almost home, a girl passed by you from the direction of your place. She was pretty, you couldn't say she wasn't. As you opened the door you saw Ellie in the living room couch watching TV as if nothing happened. You walked past her without saying one word and went into your room. Ellie looked up at you as you passed in front of the tv. She then was met with what she hadn't thought for the past couple of hours: you. She immediately started looking remorseful. She got up and called your name as you closed the door. You locked the door, you didn't want to see or hear her. She knocked at your door a few seconds later.

“Hey?... You in there?...” She started. “Could we talk please…?” She blurted out but didn't really know what she was going to say if you opened the door. You just sat on the floor with your back against your bed and stayed quiet just listening to her. “Y/N?...” She called for you. “Please, can we talk about yesterday?” She pleaded. “I can hear you just fine. Talk from there if you really want to!” You said with a slight sad tone on your voice. “I’m sorry about earlier… I didn't know you were home..”  “You don't need to apologize, we have nothing, we’re just roommates.” You responded calmly. “Yes I do…” Ellie put her forehead to the door and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

“Whatever Ellie.” You said, you were a bit annoyed this time. “Just leave me alone please.” Ellie didn't want to do that but she also didn't want to make things worse. “Okay…” She complied. “I'll be in my room if you need anything…” She said very sad and disappointed in herself. You didn't respond and she walked to her room and laid in her bed sad. You also got up from the floor and layed down on your bed . You were both feeling miserable. But you didn't talk to Ellie right now. You really didn't have the right to be mad at her but how could you not do that when she admitted her feelings for you and was nice for once?

You came out of your room and headed to the bathroom you and Ellie shared, to take a shower. It was messy because Ellie always left towels and her stuff everywhere. You ignored it and just got in the tub and let the hot water from the shower fall over you. You were crying, not sure why. You didn't have the right to be mad. You and her had nothing, you never even kissed each other. You just let the tears fall and mix with the water running down your body. You came out of the bathroom wrapped in your towel and were met with a very sad Ellie. You only looked at her for a few moments before going back to your room to get your pajamas on. Ellie followed you to your room. “Hey, please can we talk…?” Ellie said softly. “What do you want?” You asked dryly. “I want to get dressed if you don't mind closing the door.” You said signaling for Ellie to close the door. “Oh… Of course.. right…” She closed the door almost all the way, leaving just a sleether for her to peek in. She didn't want to be a perv but she couldn't help herself. She watched you get dressed as she couldn't take her eyes off of you and your body. You didn't notice though. When you finished she knocked on the door asking for permission to get in, “Hey… can i come in?...” You said nothing and Ellie got in anyway, closing the door behind her. You were now dressed in some comfy clothes, a t-shirt and some shorts. You didn't bother putting on a bra as you were planning on going to sleep anyway, so Ellie could make out your nipples and got a bit flustered but said nothing about it. “So… about earlier, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you were home.” Ellie tried explaining. “Sure Ellie, sure you wouldn't. It's fine. Whatever…” You said unamused, looking at the auburn-haired girl. She was looking back at you with a sad look on her face. “Who was it anyway? Another new girlfriend?” You asked annoyed. “Hum, no.. She's just a friend…”   “I didnt know friends fucked.” You said sitting on your bed crossing your arms. “I guess it's my bad then.” Ellie was a bit flustered and ashamed now. “It won't happen again, I promise…” She said looking at the floor holding her arms behind her back. “Sure Ellie, I'm going to sleep now, good night.” You said getting into bed. “Oh.. Okay…Good night…” She said as she got out of your room and went into her own. She layed in her bed staring at the ceiling thinking of you, and ways to make things okay again. She couldn’t sleep that night. She was just feeling so guilty for making you sad.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome! I have part 2 almost finished!

[tragedyofdevotion]

This request just radiates crack energy. Imagine Jamil dating his s/o a lazy bum who is always hungry, sleepy, and loves telling bad jokes and puns. But as soon as she's given a task (e.g. cleaning, cooking), she becomes a master at the task. She also has gorilla strength and cheetah speed. Apologies for this specific and weird request.

“Jamil~~~I am bored~~~

Let’s go sleep together. I found a new nap spot in the courtyard. You will be surprised to see it because it is a place neither Leona-senpai nor Silver-senpai has found. Or…Do you want to go to Sam’s store. I heard there is a new candy brand there.”

You hugged your boyfriend from behind, or more like clung to him like a koala.

You are at Scarabia's, bothering Jamil who is preparing dinner for Kalim. As always, he is busy with all his work. Although you understand his duties as Kalim's caretaker and vice dorm leader, you wanted him to pay attention to you a little. You two didn’t have a real date for like 2 months.

“Y/n, you know I have work to do, don’t you? If you are bored, why don’t you go play together with others for a while?”

“Humph! Jamil Viper- senpai! You think I am a 5-year old? I know now! If you finish your work earlier, will you spend time with me? Then, off I go!”

Jamil sighed to himself, preparing himself for the mess you are about to made.

But still it is a bit weird that you left quickly. Did you have something important to do today? Normally, you wouldn’t leave even if he kicked you out.

….

About half an hour later, you came back, both hands full of snacks.

“Look! Kalim gave me coconut juice and some cookies. And I remembered you haven’t eaten lunch today and brought it to you. Here have some.”

“Thank you, y/n.” Jamil smiled at you but unlike usual his smile was a little weak. Maybe he is a little tired. You remembered Kalim gave you some candies, too. Maybe Jamil will like it.

“Jamil-senpai,” you said, taking the candies out of your pocket, “Here, candies, for you. Kalim gave it to me.”

Jamil stopped slicing the tomatoes, and looked up at you.

“Y/n, didn’t you tell me that you are going to help my work. Then why are you here?” Jamil asked, looking teasingly at you.

At that, you replied with a smug face. “You will be surprised to know that it’s all done! Kalim’s room, your room and the dorm lounge, they are all sparkling. And Kalim gave me those snacks as thanks. What do you think? Did I do great? I am a good girl, right? Then let’s go and sleep. I am sleepy from all the work.”

“But y/n, you just woke up from your afternoon nap only about an hour ago.”

“Does it matter? I want to sleep with you NOW! Isn’t it alright? All your work is done, too.”

Since he seemed so reluctant on your idea, you used your final weapon, which is looking at him with puppy eyes.

“Fine, but I won’t sleep, ok? I will be reading beside you.”

“Deal! I am happy if I can cuddle you. You are my favorite body pillow after all.”

NOTE: This is my first time writing for requests. So, I don't know if I did it right.😖 And I hope you don't mind that this became a scenario.😵‍💫 I also know that I missed a lot of facts from the request. But I started writing and there was no place to add those in this scenario. Sorry about that 😐😓

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Sebek..he really did look so gorgeous there. Funny how that ssr and his harveston cards were the ones to have him grow onto me like a leech..And Falena. Now that you say it, maybe he will be in ch7? Savanaclaw is the next victims as we know it so..its possible in theory. It'll be just a bit longer till we get to see our lovely tweels. I think the last time I was ever so excited for a groovy was uh..Rooks. and..Crewels....Crowleys...yeah..I get excited to see all of nrc's beautiful faces t.t

Oh I couldn't agree more. Rook cannot be as bad as most make him out to be. He's full of love for even those not fond of him. I love him and of his 'faults'. I take what I can get with Rook content..i'd adore to see some. And poking my head into a conversation, Crowley too. I love that stupid bird..he's intensely suspicious. But i'd kiss him.

While were at it..I also love Silver. Its rare I ever find fans of him. Wakasama and Lilia take that spotlight,,which is..fair. I'm a Lilia fan..Malleus? Shockingly he's not one of my top favorites..I want to learn more about him. Ch7 translations are giving me that opportunity thankfully. - 🐍

Good evening Viper. It is bedtime now, but I found time to finally respond. I do not care much for Sebek. He is loud and a bit obnoxious... But he is also very reserved and has become a loner among the younger students. It makes me worried about him. I wish him the best. He wants everything for his Wakasama... He needs to practice selfishness. I wonder if Falena will show up in Leona's dream... Only because we did not see him in the Hometown event. Just Kifaji. Maybe not... Maybe Leona is eating a thick steak and napping in a big fluffy bed... I am becoming seduced on accident.

I see a lot of Yandere!Rook content. That does not bother me but I see it more than I see just regular Rook content. I think there should be more variety since I feel like... Many people like Rook, but perhaps there is some intimidation when it comes to writing for him? ... I could make an attempt when I can get the time and energy. But I will search the lands for a prompt and inspiration. I am also very happy you understand the old man attraction. I despise Crowley. But, that does not remove him from a list of characters deemed potentially fuckable.

Oh, I have met only two other people who like Silver. I want to see his appeal. Silver truly is outshone by the others which considering he is supposed to be a dazzling prince makes me curious if it was all intentional to move him to the background. I like Silver design wise. But as the EN story comes out I want to understand him more. He's actually... Nihilistic... In a way... Which also worries me... Oh. I could go on about how Malleus is at the bottom for me. But that is partially because I favor Leona. I will write for Malleus against my will. And I will not enjoy it... I'm lying. I will enjoy it because it is not that bad. But there is no part of me that will ever like Malleus. Ever.

[wannabepapa]

Oooh, okie I will send you an ask before bed then.

I keep thinking about both of us having long days and seeking solace in each other, but having absolutely 0 energy to do anything. I'd be waddling around the kitchen, doing what I can to help while trying to keep my heels from aching too bad. A short but conversation-filled dinner in the living space, a shared piece of cake I got from a student at work, a quick shared shower and we're in bed, snuggled up with my belly between us, our little nugget kicking and squirming up a storm. We'd both be tired and wonky, but the warmth and cozy vibes would be immaculate all the same

the long days filled with annoyances at work are all worth it in the end when i get to come home to you. though i am absolutely exhausted physically and mentally i am shuffling through the house to find you to give you a kiss on the cheek before my arms wrap around you. i can't give you a full hug now thanks to how big our little nugget has grown but i do over getting to feel your belly press against my softness. it isn't long before i'm also getting attacked by their kicks and punches so i'm kneeling down in front of you to give them much needed attention. i know their mom is doing everything she can for them and now she can take a load off so i can do what needs to be done before bed.

we'll do the little bit of cleaning while we're still coherent enough—i will be doing ll the bending and heavy lifting while you pick up around the house and come waddling over to help with putting away some laundry or dishes. in the kitchen we'll make a joint effort to preping the ingredients and i'll do the cooking if you are too tired to stand any longer. i love cooking so it doesn't bother me to be the one standing in front of the stove. we've got your chair pulled over to the side so we can talk about our days while you are off your feet for a few minutes. i take little breaks away from cooking to kiss the top of your head or place my hand on top of your belly to try calming the whirlwind movements of our little nugget.

when we've gotten through dinner with even more tired conversations in hushed voices we share that delicious desert that fills us up to capacity. i'll get the dishes in the dishwasher and do the kitchen clean up while you sit back and talk about what crazy things the baby did today. it's perfect, a happy contentment between the both of us as we cherish our time together before the baby is born. i try going on about having to put the baby's cot together when you're dragging me to the bedroom half awake at this point. the shower is quick but filled with gentle touches and even gentler kisses as i help you get washes up, dried off, and waddle walking with you to the bed.

i am far to lazy to get completely dressed. all that i manage is an oversized shirt and boxers before i've collapsed into bed. my eyes may be shut but i am aware the second your side of the bed squished down and you're shimmying into bed. my arms are open for you as you get situated, your belly pressing into mine as i wrap myself around you as much as i can. i can feel the kicks against my squishy stomach and an exhausted laugh tumbles out while i grunt out that it was bed time and they need to stop assaulting their mom and papa. it isn't long before we're both passed out—hands clasped together with twined fingers over your gravid swell with the tiniest movements before the too are asleep for the next few hours.

a perfect life. our perfect life.

[adriftinl0ve]

As I get older, I often find myself immersed in deeper thoughts about life, and what it really means to be alive. I mean, some people live their lives as though their life evolves around working, by going through the mundane motions of life, only to find themselves doing the same thing the next day. In doing so, I’m not sure there is actual fulfillment, which is what brings me to my deeper thoughts. I have now been unemployed (not by choice but due to a department-wide layoff) for over a month now. Even though I was rather troubled and bothered by it at first, in the past month (or so plus), I have come to the following realizations: (1) I have more time to do what I want to do, and it has given me more fulfillment and joy in life; (2) I have finally learned to prioritize myself and make meaning out of my life; (3) this has brought me more happiness than before, helping me adjust my mood and reclaiming positive energy; (4) it has allowed for more clarity in my life and for me to really think about what I want to do, finally coming to the understanding that my happiness is also a priority when working; (5) that while this down time is temporary, I should learn to enjoy it because I have the luxury of doing so now; (6) that this luxury is rare; (7) sometimes bad things happen to disrupt your life, but if you can learn something from it, it’s not really bad at all; (8) in all the years that I have been chased by time, this is the one time in my life where I’m not being chased by time, but by my own pressure and sense of time; (9) that it has been liberating to do what I want to do, when I want to do something, not heeding to anyone’s demands; (10) that maybe I’m ready to retire [this is a joke of course, but I can’t wait to just learn how to appreciate life when I do retire]; (11) when I am ready to go back to the workforce, I want to make sure I still prioritize my own happiness because an unhealthy workforce will affect me mentally,m emotionally and physically, such that it will take a toll on my health; and (12) that this is a great time for me to learn to appreciate what I have.

Perhaps, I am rambling here a bit, but this reset has definitely been a good thing, even though I am unemployed and technically have no steady income. I am grateful that I have someone in my life that can support me to the extent he can, that I have a loving family, that I get to travel to another part of the world to be with my grandma [really looking forward to this], and that I am currently blessed with good health.

No complaints here for a change, just learning to look at this situation from a different, “glass is half full” perspective.

[dumbfkz]

I’m perfectly happy with my own company. It’s been like this for years, I refuse to let people in because they don’t matter enough. I don’t want to hurt them, and I don’t have the energy for them. 

That's a lie isn’t it? I do have the energy for them, I just refuse to give them my time because I don’t want to hurt anyone or be hurt again. I need to focus on myself. I need to take care of myself first by constantly improving as a person. I will never hurt people I love and care for purposely. It is not a mistake that I am going to repeat again because it is something that haunts me for the rest of my life. I promise it isn’t in me, I will protect and care for the few people I love and cherish.   

Unexpectedly I met her. I enjoy her company.

How long has it been? I thought I lost this feeling...well I did lose it for a long time. I remember crying when I realized how much I cared. Honestly, I was scared and happy. I’m sure to treat her with so much love and care, I let her know how much she means to me. I will be the caring big sister she wants.

All the things I should’ve done before, everything I can do now. Are you hungry? What games do you want to play? Are people treating you well? I will take care of you in the best of my ability. It has been a while since I cared for someone, this time I want to do it properly.

If you love and care for someone, its natural to think about their personal well-being. Cherish everything that makes them happy, provide them what you can offer.

Also,

He knew me the best, everything from the good to the bad. I never had to hide it, I was exposed and I felt comfortable enough. It wasn’t like I could hide anything though, he was always good at analyzing everything. Even after everything, I care about him. I dare not to talk to or approach him for so long. All I want is for his happiness, just hearing him laugh is enough for me to feel full. I just want the best for him because he deserves it.

I want to learn more about him. What have you been up to? Are you happy now? 

What right do I have to even care for him though? Why am I approaching him? Am I even allowed to talk to him like a friend? Can we be friends? What if I fall in love with you again? You would probably hate the idea and find it bothersome because you’re different now right? You’re working on yourself, becoming the best version of you...don’t bother him. You would probably cut me off if you knew. I assure you I’m capable of being happy for you no matter what it is. I deserve every bit of hate, I don’t even deserve your kindness at all. You’ve been treating me with so much kindness, it makes my heart ache. As long as you're happy nothing really matters more. Is it selfish of me to even feel this way? Admittingly yes, it is selfish of me. I’ve been careful, I don’t want to step out of line or even try. I should respect you if I care about you.

Your happiness matters so much to me. I won’t be in your way, I promise. 

I am genuinely so thankful, and I appreciate you both. Thank you for everything you’ve done. Let me continue caring for you both until it is no longer needed. Is that okay? 

[tender-rosiey]

❥When you ignore them after they come from a mission

Includes Gojo and Nanami

ᴀ/ɴ: very happy I am posting more; tbh though, I don’t think I will be able to requests in the future. some just don’t interest me, but who knows maybe I will do some when I lack inspiration for new posts I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH THOUGH 🥺💕

GOJO SATORU:

your all glorious husband was expecting an all glorious welcoming to match him

after all he was gone for quite sometime and deserved to be pampered and loved by you

so that’s why in his excitement he kicked the door open before announcing a big, loud “I AM HOME!”

and he was meant with nothing but silence

his face really went >:/

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU BABE?”

more silence and less replies

more sounds of sizzling oil though?

with his super deduction skills he figured you were in the kitchen and headed there

a bad decision that would soon lead to more heartbreak and hurt to his fragile heart

“BABYYYYY YOU ARE HERE! Why didn’t you come and welcome your amazing husband?”

*Y/N didn’t respond to gojo*

*it’s very effective!*

and now they were too many ouchies for gojo to handle

so now he will face fire with fire

“okay fine be like that, I will go talk to megumi instead.”

said student had eyes widen at the possibility that he would be the next victim to gojo’s antics again

“Okay, drop it you child.”

“Oh look who is trying to talk to who now.”

“You forgot that you were supposed to meet me in front of my favorite restaurant so we can have the date YOU planned.”

He blinked a few times before laughing and getting out a full course meal from said restaurant

“The mission was going to take longer than expected so I opted to get the food to you instead; I guess I forgot to tell you.”

NANAMI KENTO:

Now, bae, love, I don’t see a single reason for why you would want to ignore this perfection of a man

Except maybe to see his reaction as a prank

Which won’t go unpunished, just saying

He came and honestly expected that you be asleep like you promised because it’s pretty late right now

He entered your shared bedroom and saw you on the bed, man just sighed in content like pls sir <333

Went through his whole night routine and you got to admire him while said routine

But then you continued to read the book gojo told you to read

(Why would you read something he told you about?)

“Good evening, dear. Sorry, I am quite late today; l went into overtime because of an inconvenience I have encountered.”

You didn’t do anything nor respond so he figured you are too engrossed in the book you are reading which is labeled “how to successfully chop your husband into slices and stuff each slice in a plastic bag”—

wait what

Now, nanami is rational and by all means doesn’t like to have a hurried judgement about anything

But what the fuck is he supposed to do when his spouse is reading something like that

“Y/N, have I bothered you?”

More silence and sir nanami figured that he probably somehow dug his own grave

“Whatever I did, I hope you forgive me for it; I also want you to know I would never intentionally do anything that would upset you.”

He just sighed again and prayed because he is probably going to die today

Nonetheless it didn’t stop him from kissing your forehead and laying down while facing you

A gentle arm on your waist

“Kento.”

“Yes?”

“I am not mad at you.”

He opened his eyes again to see your face which was adorned by a cheeky smile

I cannot stress the amount of “are you serious” energy in his stare

“I have been played for a fool, right?”

You just laughed before leaving the book and hugging, getting ready to finally sleep

“What about the book?”

“Oh, gojo recommended it to me; I didn’t know what to expect honestly but the title and offer were intriguing.”

…

“Eugh.”

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[neopuppy]

Dive Into You: intro.

Preview: “Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, altar boy Mark(had to srry)

There will be smut.

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, virgin reader, corruption.

“It’s so unfair how you make me go to church every week. You never make dad go!” You protests from the passenger seat, your mother ignoring you turning the volume up singing along to her favorite gospel songs.

“How else will you ever repent for your sin’s without the lord’s guidance?” She taunts in return. Overshadowing the mention of your father using Sunday football as the reason he cannot attend. “You should be excited! A new church! A new town! An opportunity for you to finally break free from your shell and make friends!”

“I have.. friend..” you roll your eyes, tapping your forehead into the window. Eyeing over the small mom and pop shops on the way. Why did your dad’s job need to relocate the summer before college? Why did you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

“I would love to see you get proactive in this new church! I’ve heard at work they have an amazing choir. Your falsetto isn’t so bad.” She nudges you with her elbow pulling into the parking lot. The church building is nothing spectacular, quant, small town defined.

“I’m a terrible singer mom” you slam the car door shut, tugging at the collar of your stuffy dress. A frigid garment your mother insisted you wear to impress today.

“Ah, that’s not true sweetie!” She licks over her thumb, rubbing at your cheek. You grimace pulling away in embarrassment as eyes linger over you.

“Mom please, it’s bad enough you made me wear this.” You continue whining, pulling at the hem of your dress. She dawns a bright happy smile walking into the church with an arm around your shoulders.

“Ah! It’s so beautiful! I love it so much already!” Your mom cheerfully spins as you enter together. You cough out swatting at the dusty air. What the hell was so beautiful about an old stuffy building full of judgement.

“That must be Pastor Lee! I read so much about him in the town’s facebook group! Wonderful man!” She pulls you down the aisle toward the front of the church. Pastor Lee stands there decked out in old robes covered in symbolic characters greeting everyone arriving.

“Pastor Lee!” Your mother calls out with an excited wave. The pastor’s eyes widen with an inviting smile.

“Welcome! I recognize you from the facebook group!” The pastor, quite handsome actually replies, with his arms held out. “It’s always a honor to invite new members into the community.”

“Oh pastor, the church is just gorgeous! You can really feel the lord’s energy in these walls! I really cannot tell you how excited I am to help out in any way!” your mother’s over joyed vocals catch the attention of other church goers. You duck your face trying to hide from the curious eyes.

“And I am so excited for you to provide assistance! We can always use helping hands around here! ..and who might I ask is this lovely young lady?” Pastor Lee leans toward your direction with a warm smile.

“My daughter! My only one! My little gift from the heaven’s. She’s overwhelmed with joy to be here.” Your mother grits out words between her teeth, squeezing a hand on your side. You force a smile onto your face with a nod.

“Ah, that’s just wonderful. I have two of my own about your age. I will have to have them show you around town sometime!” The pastor expresses patting over your arm.

“Oh that would be so wonderful Pastor Lee! My little girl has a real difficult time making friends!” Your mother nearly shouts out.

“Mom!” You squeak, ducking further into yourself.

“Well! Speaking of making friends! Mark!” Pastor waves over a young man, can’t be much older than yourself. Dressed in altar boy garments. “This is Mark, my nephew. He will be a pastor himself one day.”

“Welcome!” Mark waves with both hands dawning a friendly smile. The definition of a wholesome boy, one your parents could only dream of.

“Please, do show around our new members Mark. I have to just finish setting up for today’s sermon.” He waves you and your mother off, walking over to the podium.

“Of course pastor. Please ladies, let me show you to the best seats.” Mark directs you toward pews in the front. Your mother excuses herself to use the rest room, shoving her bible into your chest.

“Be a dear and hold onto that while I tinkle.” She whispers scurrying off.

“So, just moved huh?” Mark questions clasping his hands together. He’s excruciatingly polite, a perfect future pastor.

“Yea..” you take a seat, not much for conversation with new people. Taking in the setting before you. Mark lingers for a minute before turning with a nod.

“Wait! Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

“What do you mean? That’s the pastors son??” Your eyes widen admiring the attractive man in a black leather jacket. Whatever he’s discussing seems to be getting heated.

“He just is, has a reputation around here. Don’t get me wrong- I mean that’s my cousin and all, of course. Him and his younger brother used to be active in the church with me but.. bad seeds..Every family has to have them I suppose.” Mark shrugs.

“Reputations are usually full of lies don’t you think?” You question Mark’s words. How stereotypical would it be for the small town pastor to have a bad boy son. Right??

“Hah.. yea well, I warned you!” Mark laughs shaking his head.

“Excuse me..” Haechan approaches the two of you, eyes quickly moving over your figure.

“Speak of the devil” Mark mutters, raising a brow toward Haechan. “Hey dude, what’s up?”

“You’re coming to Jeno’s welcome back party tonight right? Don’t be a fucking square.” Haechan shoots him a glare, lifting a finger toward his face.

“Yea yea.. ” Mark swats his hand away with a sigh. “I’ll be there. Can’t believe Jeno’s been gone for a month already, he’s probably super excited to come back home.”

“Sure, I guess..” Haechan looks your way again, lifting a brow. “Who are you?”

“Oh.. I just.. I just moved... I’m new! My mom uh..” you stammer out nervously, admiring over his delicate features. Haechan’s brows furrow together, scanning your seated body again.

“You look like you’ll fit right in here.” He laughs to himself. “But hey, you should come tonight! The more the merrier right?.. maybe don’t wear that.” Your mouth opens, releasing nothing as embarrassment courses through you. Haechan waves at someone entering the doors.

“Later prudes!” he walks off leaving you seated there awkwardly near Mark with your mouth hung open.

“Is he single by any chance?...” your eyes follow Haechan’s retreating form. Chewing at your lower lip with frustration.

“Single? He’s... a whore.” Mark scoffs out with a roll of his eyes. “Anyway! Would you like to join me for the get together? It’s really not a party, maybe like 20 of us at most. It will be here in the bible study room.”

“Here? Oh, it really isn’t a party then huh.. but Haechan will be there?” you mumble to yourself, eyes still stuck on the man in question.

“Yea yea, hopefully too high off his ass to start any drama again.” Mark groans, words muffled to your uninterested ears.

“Sounds great! What time?”

Part 1–>

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Tag: @seuomo @unknown5tar

[prettyboykatsuki]

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comforting sleep deprived s/o | bnha

➳ incld  ;; bakugo and kirishima 

➳ warnings ;; none, just fluff, pro-hero!au 

➳ wc ;; 1.8k overall. 

➳ a/n ;; i haven’t slept properly in days. running on empty so this is how im coping. i love them. 

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i. bakugo katsuki 

- doesn’t like napping cause he insists on keeping his sleep schedule tight. not that you can really get mad at him over that - hero work is busy and he doesn’t like being tired cause it makes him more aggravated than usual. 

- so he avoids naps almost at all costs and rarely gets tired. his sleep schedule is really, really good. 

- not so much the same for you though. 

- bakugo accepted pretty early on that you were something of a night-owl. bad sleep anxiety and just generally having too much energy at night made it so that he rarely ever saw you go to bed. you were at least lagging a few hours behind him like. at all times. 

- he didn’t really mind at first, but at some point he realized just how little sleep you actually got. one time he woke up at 7am, surprised to see you also awake - only to find out you hadn’t slept the entire night. 

- he was pissed. after almost blowing up your kitchen, he sighed and basically told you that if you need helping sleeping to just “fucking ask him” or else. 

- needless to say, it didn’t get that much better. you two compromised by setting a time that you had to be in bed by, even if you weren’t asleep. whenever bakugo has time, he’s always trying to get you to rest but sometimes his schedule doesn’t really allow him to check up on you how he likes. 

- he’s coming home from a long mission. not super tired but just tedious work. he just wanted to relax. it was late, 3:37am on the clock when he finally walks in. 

- to his surprise - there’s a light on in the kitchen. when he walks in, very confused, he sees you sliding cookies off of a sheetpan into a little plastic tupperware. he stops. he stares. 

- why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning 

- “what the fuck are you doing awake?”

- you jump back with a hand over your chest, barely catching your breath. you blink a few times before sighing. 

- “baking. i didn’t think you’d be home so soon” 

- he hears it before he sees it. your voice is absolutely tattered - he can literally hear how exhausted you are. he pumps the breaks, walking towards you swiftly before staring down at you hard. 

- “when was the last time you slept,” 

- you press your lips into a tight smile, and he sees the dark purple under your eyes. he feel his heart hurt a little. his hands come up to your face as he brushes his thumb every so slightly against your lashes. 

- “it’s uh.. hard to sleep without you. more than usual, you know” 

- “Y/N” 

- “i don’t know. maybe two or three days ago properly? i mean i got some sleep in between but -,” 

- he stops you before you can start. he shuts the cookie container and leaves the tray in the sink before grabbing your hand a little forcefully and tugs you to the bathroom - lifting you up onto the counter. you know to stay put. 

- when he comes back it’s with a fresh change of clothes for the both of you. you blink at him owlishly as he strips himself off of his clothes - grateful he took time to shower at the agency. 

- he takes his shirt off and then takes yours off too, before pulling you right towards him. your arms instantly are around his neck, the warmth of his body pressed against your figure with his chin tucked over your shoulder. 

- and god - he’s so comforting you kind of want to cry. he smells like clean soap and deodorant and a little like smoke. feeling his skin against yours makes you feel instant relief. just hugging in the bathroom has you falling half asleep. you were just so tired. 

- when he pulls back, his whole face looks so damn worried it makes you want to cry. you put your own hands on his face and cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheek bone as he rests his forehead on yours. 

- “dumbasss. i can leave something with you if it’s that bad - fuck, you could’ve called me, you know?” 

- and you sigh and smile and kiss him a bit before pulling away again. man, you’re tired. you’re so, so tired. 

- “yeah.. i know,” 

- he helps you get undressed and freshened up, even rubs your facewash into your skin and rubs all your skincare in before hauling you off the bed. he turns the lights dim and just holds you, rubbing circles into your back as he holds you right to his chest. 

- “go to fucking sleep,” “love you katsuki” “..love you too” 

- he doesn’t sleep until you do, and wakes up the next morning to call in sick for you while you sleep against his chest. he should probably wake up but.. sleeping a bit longer won’t kill him. 

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ii. kirishima eijirou 

- kirishima likes to wake up pretty early so he can workout and do his cardio at the start of his day and his weightlifting later on. sleeping well is important to him cause his workout routine is super unforgiving if he’s not resting properly on rest days and the like. building muscles absolutely requires sleep! 

- that being said - he doesn’t mind not sleeping early if he has something to do. drinking especially normally keeps him up on weekends. overall, it was good but he doesn’t limit himself. 

- overall, it’s not something he paid a ton of attention too. life is all about balance so kiri goes with the flow. his rule of thumb is trying to get at least 8 hours a night tho. 

- but because kirishima is so go with the flow - it took him a long time to figure out that you were a night owl and something of an insomniac. he assumed that when he wished you goodnight everday, you fell asleep around the same time as him. 

- but one drunken even, he finds himself stumbling to your apartment. knocking on your and barely standing upright - he immediately is planning on apologizing for disturbing your sleep. 

- but then you.. open the door and you’re literally wide awake. you look tired but you’re clearly not sleepy. kirishima, once gain, blasted - pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and grins toothily. he’s just excited to see you at that point and forgets about the whole ordeal until a few weeks later. 

- he ends up texting you about it a couple weeks later, assuming it’d be a once off thing that you’d explain to him. 

- ... is upset and shocked to learn that you rarely, if ever fall asleep before two am like on a good day. poor man is in shock for the rest of the day and proceeds to ask you about why you have a hard time to sleeping to try and see what he can do. 

- he wants to help but you just keep brushing it off and it honestly made him so upset he didn’t know what to do with himself. he couldn’t sleep a wink that night because the whole thing is bothering him so damn much. 

- what really sets him off is when he finally has a chance to see you after a few weeks. you were busy with uni and didn’t really have a ton of time to see him so the two of you couldn’t see each other properly for a few weeks. 

- he’s elated to see you. he’s missed his baby so much and he’s pulling all the stops out when he’s getting dressed. jeans cuffed, his best cologne, fresh shaved, brand new sneakers. he really wants to impress. 

- he’s wrapping you up into the tightest hug when he see’s you. your dressed comfortably but he still thinks you look so beautiful and he’s complimenting you, giving you kisses and overall just doting on you. he wraps your hand in his yours and just talks. 

- in fact, he’s so excited to see you, he doesn’t notice how..deflated you are. not at first anyways. 

- but as the date goes on, it becomes more and more obvious you don’t share his enthusiasm in the same way. 

- sure, he’s talkative but you haven’t said a word about how your week has been. all of his jokes have been met with mere huffs and forced chuckles and your eyes seem really distant. 

- it hits him all at once at the end of your date when you just seem so... out of it. he’s about to take you somewhere else but you stopped listening a while ago. kirishima stops dead in his tracks and holds your hand nervously, calling you a few times to get your attention. 

- “Y/N.. are you mad at me? is something wrong?” 

- your eyes go wide, flailing your hands to reassure him. you knew you were acting strange but to see kirishima this upset makes you feel awful. 

- “oh kiri - god no, it’s not you. sorry for being so.. distant - it’s not you,” 

- “well then.. what’s wrong?” 

- kirishima feels his heart get pierced when he sees you laugh. you look... so exhausted. your eyes are so heavy and the makeup on your skin is only barely concealing your dark circles. why did it take him so long to notice? 

- before he can even reply, he remembers that little tidbit about your sleep schedule. his heart so genuinely aches. 

- “Y/N.. when was the last time you got any proper sleep?” 

- you flinch, visibly at the question. with an awkward laugh you inform him that it had been at least a week since you’ve had the time to actually sleep. 

- “why didn’t you sleep today? on your day off?” 

- “i uhm.. wanted to see you. i know you had a date planned and i was excited to see you. sorry for.. ruining your plans” 

- he’s devastated by how cute you are. hugs you so damn tight. 

- “baby, you can see me whenever. im happy being with you even if all we’re doing is napping together” 

- when you mumble a soft “oh” in his chest, he can’t help but melt into a sigh. before you can protest, he’s dragging you back to his car and driving you home ignores your protests and buckles you, covering you with his jacket before kissing the crown of your head and telling you to sleep on the way back to his place. 

- he watches you like a hawk the whole time until he arrives at his place. he wakes you up and carries you on his back until he gets inside. all he does is kick his shoes off before pulling the full weight of you down on his body, kissing your whole face. 

- “sleep well baby. ill wake you up in a few” 

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[postalenha]

on and off % jake

pairing: playboybf!jake x reader genre: angst, fluff, lovers to exes, exes to lovers idek word count: 1.89k words requested: yes / prompt 14, “we called it off again last night.” / 18, “it’s been you all along.” / 19, “for the first time, i had something to lose.” synopsis: immaturity isn't needed in a relationship, but that seems to be jake's and your's specialty. warnings: curse words, mentions of drinking, throwing up, su!cide, toxic relationship, making out

"i thought you're going with jake today?" sunghoon asked as you hop into his car.

you rolled your eyes at the thought of riding in the same vehicle as the boy, "no, we called it off again last night."

"again?!" the boy exclaimed, "y/n, that's probably the nth time you guys called it off." he sighed in disbelief, "that's not how relationships work." he commented.

judgingly looking at his way, "yeah? like you know any better?"

"shut up." he started the engine, "this isn't about my love life."

"whatever." you blurt out, "i guess being bad at handling relationship runs in our blood." you jokingly said, as your cousin laugh.

he tilt his head smiling, "damn, of all things that can be passed down, that's what we got."

"well, at least we got good looks. that works as a payoff." he added. you agreed at him with a nod, "anyway." you changed the subject.

"i'm planning on ending it with jake." you stated. he looked at you, "no shit, you sure?" he assured, "to be honest, whatever makes you happy." he added, looking like he wanted to say something but he decided not to.

"don't apologize." you led before he could even say sorry for insisting that you should date his best friend, sim jaeyun.

"i'm not- okay whatever." he almost want to deny the urge but he saw you looking at him with a teasing face, "i just feel a little responsible for all the stress this relationship have caused you." he scratch the back of his head, as you slap his arm.

"shut up, dating him was my decision. you don't have to blame yourself for all the bad decisions i made for myself. i'm an adult now." you told him.

parking his car he nod his head, "okay. just remember i'm here if things are bad, okay?"

"okay." you said, before going out of his car. walking at the corridor of your building, trying to see if jake arrived earlier than you today.

and he certainly did. there he is on his designated seat beside the window, silently watching as the wilted leaves fall down from the tree.

the clock ticks time faster than you expected and your professor came in, not able to call out for jake's name to even talk to him.

sitting down to a chair, you told yourself that you'll talk to him later. and here you are, in front of jake sim at the rooftop of your university's main building.

it might be your lucky day for no one else is here but the two of you. this place is usually cramped with so many people and miraculously today isn't one of those days.

this may be one of the many signs sent from above that this relationship should end as it wasn't right from the beginning.

your blood boils as your cousin sunghoon pushes you into the table of his friend group, "come on! you wouldn't lose anything! he just want to talk to you." he shouts.

"then tell him i don't want to!" you shout back a little annoyed. the last thing you want to do tonight is talk to the famous serial dater, jake sim. "for i know, he just wants the best out of me!"

"come on! jake's not like that!" he defended his friend. to be honest, sunghoon is the last person you should be ranting to. for he is just like his friend, they play with girl's hearts for fun.

you rolled your eyes as you reach the table of ego. the decision of naming that wasn't yours, but the other students. they called this the table of ego because everyone in here got some solid ego. heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake. all of them.

"y/n! you actually came!" heeseung cheered as soon as he saw you, he scooted a little bit on his right to leave some space between him and jake, "come sit!"

sitting beside him was probably one of the decisions you will forever regret in your life. the memory of that night was a blur. you barely recall anything that happened then.

the only thing that you remember was when jake was reaching for a kiss, you accidentally threw up on him before passing out.

the next day, he told you to be his girlfriend to compensate with the mess you gave his brand new shirt. you said yes just so he could shut up, telling yourself you'll break up with him after a day or two.

two months then passed and you are just breaking everything now. well, it's better late than never. you just didn't expect that he would actually be a good boyfriend.

he's mostly good, not until everything gets complicated even with nothing. you fight over the smallest thing like, not being able to respond to each other's text to someone getting jealous.

it wasn't the best relationship you've been in but it was a good experience. you learned so much and now, it's time to move on.

"what is it that you wanted to say?" jake impatiently snapped you back into reality. you swallowed a good amount of saliva before saying, "let's break up."

it was better to say it forward than beating around the bush. with this, more time and energy will be saved. because even if you give him an explanation he probably won't listen.

he slowly blinked and sighed, looking away he said "okay. if that's what you want." see. he wouldn't even bother asking you why.

well, if you get things easy. they would also go easily, "okay. it was fun meeting you." you head out, leaving him there.

he most probably would not be so upset that he might think of jumping off the building, but you still prayed that he wont.

and he didn't. you can guarantee that as you see that three weeks later jake sim is with a woman walking the same isle as you are. the chances of you seeing him here at this huge mall was small, but never impossible.

you grabbed your friend's hand trying to hide from the sight of the man, "what are you doing-"

"shut up, jake is here." you told here looking at their way, walking into a clothing store. you hurriedly go and sit at a restaurant far from them and ordered food when your friend speak up.

"y/n, what's the point of hiding now when you guys already broke up?" she patheticly looked at you who's trying to hide from a menu list.

putting the menu list down on the table, you crossed your arms, "i am not hiding from him. i simply don't want to involve myself with anything that has to do with him."

"yeah, like seeing him in a shopping mall involves you with him." she said with full sarcasm. "you have no idea how pathetic that sounded."

not listening to anything she said, you started eating your pasta. almost choking when you saw a familliar figure walk in the restaurant.

trying your best to lean down and not get noticed you hear your friend call, "jake!" you kick her feet under the table as you see jake wave back and walks closer.

"what the fuck did you just do?" you whispered at her, she just smiles like an idiot as jake reach your table.

"hello, jia." he greeted your friend, "hi, y'n."

flashing a fake smile, you said "hi." satisfied with how annoyed you are, jia announced "you guys can join us! we got two extra seats here."

"we don't want to intrude-" you cut him off, "yes, there are a lot of vacant tables. they sure can find their own, right?"

serving a glass of wine, a waiter says "oh, we're fully booked, ma'am. so if you want to eat here, you have to wait for another hour or so." he said pouring some on your glass. "if you'll excuse me."

"it would be rude if we don't invite you right? so join!" your friend cheered as the girl jake's with sit next to you.

taking a sip of your wine whenever jake helps the girl cut her steak, you became unaware of how drunk you are. "so, when did you meet jake?" you asked the girl.

to be frank, she was quiet the whole time. just sitting there, not saying a thing but a "thanks." whenever jake helps her with anything.

"you can't answer that? well can you tell me if you are able to use your hands to their purpose? like cutting off a steak or puring your own glass of wine?"

"y/n-" your friend tried to stop you. but you didn't listen. you just continued to blabber nonsense until jake grabbed your wrist to the bathroom.

shaking your hand off his grip you screamed at him asking, "why did you bring me here?!"

"y/n why are you being so rude?" he calmly asked you.

you sarcastically laughed, "i'm being rude? who's more rude when you're out here eating at the same table as your ex-girlfriend and your current girlfriend?"

"current girlfriend- y/n that's my cousin!" he tried to calm himself by breathing slowly, pushing the side of his mouth using his tounge "do you really think i could replace you that fast?"

the sudden question made you feel like someone cut off your tounge. because you mostly have answer for everything but this. his question caught you off guard.

"when you broke up with me, i never asked why. i knew you were tired and i don't want to exhaust you more." you hear his voice shake as he speak. "i was also tired and we both needed a break."

you looked straight at his eyes that are sparkling from moist done by the tears that he have been trying so hard to hold back, "but as time pass by, i felt more and more empty. there is a big mark of you in my heart that ever since you left, no one has ever filled."

"nobody could ever fit in, but you." cupping your face he also wipe your tears away. "i never felt that way before. it's like, for the first time, i had something to lose."

"jake, i-" it was as if you forgot how to compose a word. you never knew he felt the same way you did when you broke up with him.

maybe sunghoon was more of your cousin than he is jake's friend. because if jake only knew how many times you told sunghoon that you miss him, he would've came back faster than this.

he smiled pulling you into a hug, "it's fine if you don't feel the same way anymore. i understand that. but i just want you to know that i am not the douchebag you think i am."

pulling away from the hug, you see his eyes were bloodshot "sorry, the last thing i want to do is make you cry-" you pulled him into a kiss not letting another word out of his mouth.

running out of breath, you seperated his lips from yours. you widely smiled at him, "it’s been you all along."

kissing outside a three star restaurant's restroom isn't as ideal as other comeback stories, but you wouldn't ask for anything else. as long as you have jake in your arms, your heart is content.

[bibbykins]

Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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[winter-soldier-vibes]

You Aren’t Somebody? (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2647

Summary: Bucky knows that the reader has struggled with an eating disorder before, but thought they were doing better. Little does he know, they had just gotten better at hiding it. Until one night, he catches her doing something she had promised she had stopped

Warnings: eating disorder, purging, angst, fluff

Tags @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @barnesplums @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @thundering-barnes

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A/N: It’s finals week and I am running on energy drinks, reading fanfiction, and longgggg hot showers. But the semester is almost over, and then I have no obligations aside from my hobbies. I see the requests and I’m working on them I promise! I have a list of all the requests that I get, and I am working through them I PROMISE!!! Thank you all for all of your support.

A/N 2: This deals with heavy and dark themes of mental illness. The specific warnings are above. If you feel that in any way reading this will be harmful to your mental health and your journey, PLEASE skip it. I write from my own experience and I know what I would’ve wanted to hear in these situations, and writing/reading fics helps me feel comforted. This fic is based on one experience more specifically than most of my fics, so I apologize if it’s not exactly the same as your experience. This is what I would’ve wanted to hear. If you need or want someone to talk to, vent to, or get advice from, feel free to message me, really. I’m here! <3

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Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his. 

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky.”

He looked you up and down. Your hair was in a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to your tear stained cheeks. Your eyes were puffy, and your face was red, voice raspy. He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

“You promised.”

You closed your eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you had promised. But that was because you never thought you’d see the day when you were purging again. You thought you had gotten over it. You really thought that this time you wouldn’t slip up.

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You had been struggling with an eating disorder for a while. The cause, you weren’t quite sure. An innocent diet soon turned into a competition for yourself, but the end goal was never there. At first you had thought it was just about the weight and how you looked, but then you found that some of your behavior patterns were tied to your emotional ones. 

Stress was the major trigger, you had come to learn.

Whether it was a mission gone wrong, you getting injured, someone else getting injured, or even just basic social interactions you thought could’ve gone better, you found yourself inclined to comfort yourself with food. 

Until you panicked, which would lead you to the bathroom with music blaring and water running to cover up the noises of your retching. 

You hated it, and every time you told yourself it was the last time. But the more you did it, the more you felt the urge to do it. At first it was triggered by large stressors, but now smaller things could trigger you to want to throw up. You tried to keep it hidden, unaware of the true reasons for why you did it. You were able to help yourself sometimes, it wasn’t worth bringing anyone else into. 

You couldn’t explain it to yourself, so how were you supposed to explain it to anybody?

The best way that you had figured out how to describe it was that whenever you felt a negative emotion, you could soothe it in a physical way with food, especially with all the warm comfort foods that are known. But at the same time, that feeling lasted as long as you could taste, and you would feel guilty as you felt full. When you threw up, it felt like you were also throwing up the negative emotions. 

But when you said it out loud, it didn’t make sense. When people are sick and throwing up it’s one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever. Inducing it hurts sometimes, but it’s almost not as bad. Like you know it’s coming, and you’re in control of what’s happening and you could stop at any point. And there had been times where you could soothe yourself in other ways, and you knew your own physical limits. You knew when you had to stop for your own health.

Until you couldn’t stop.

Which is what led to you fainting on a mission after purging too much. Your electrolytes had bottomed out and you almost had a heart attack at an age no one should. Bucky, your boyfriend who was on the mission with you, had put it together when the first words out of your mouth upon gaining consciousness were “Is this a glucose drip?” while tugging at the IV.

He hadn’t been mad, not exactly. He wasn’t mad at you but he was furious with himself for not noticing, and for making you feel as though you couldn’t tell him. You assured him that you did trust him, but he wished you had come to him before you could’ve gotten yourself, and those on the mission, seriously hurt or killed. 

Nonetheless, you still didn’t know how to talk about it.

“Can you try to tell me about it?” he asked gently, running a hand through your hair. He held you to his chest, you unable to meet his eyes.

“It won’t make any sense,” you had said, tears glazing your eyes.

“I want to understand. Can you help me understand?”

You paused for a moment. “It’s a long story and I don’t know where to start. There’s so much going wrong.” you had said, tears beginning to streak down your face.

“I have all the time for you. And it doesn’t have to make sense, these things rarely do. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to listen.”

And true to his word, he had. He had listened and held you while you tried to talk about what you could. He didn’t understand everything, he naturally had a ton of questions, but they weren’t for that moment. He had promised to help you the best that he could, and you had promised to try and tell him whenever you felt the urges get too strong. And if you couldn’t, to tell him after.

It was easier to talk to Bucky than anyone else. Not because he was your boyfriend, but because he seemed to understand you more than anyone else could. He had his own share of mental health struggles. Neither of you knew exactly what the other was going through, but you both understood that it was easy to feel alone and guilty even though you couldn’t control it. 

It was rough, but he was never mad. He was sometimes firm, and sometimes you had gotten angry with him. Only to later apologize to him with tears in your eyes. He was never mad with you. He understood that this was something internal. Upon research he had done and conversations he had had with Bruce, he understood that this had nothing to do with him. Some people thought eating disorders were about getting attention when it was one of the furthest things from the truth.

All he could do was love you and be there for you.

And to your surprise, talking about it did help.it took a long time, months, of long and hard conversations, panic attacks, slip ups, and really dark days. But it got to the point where Bucky felt that you were doing better, making an effort to tell you how proud he was and how much he loved you. 

And you were doing better, in a way. But you had been slipping up more recently, and you hadn’t told Bucky. You didn’t know how. After going the longest you’d ever had between slip ups, you found yourself retching over the toilet. You would have gone to Bucky but he had been away on a mission that was extended a few days. You couldn’t interrupt him because your feelings were too much to handle. People needed his help more than you did.

You were going to tell him, but he had been so tired when he had come back. He needed his time to relax, and it wasn’t the right time to tell him. And the next day when he was rested, you felt that it was irrelevant. Any negative feeling you had felt the day before had since past, and you didn’t see the point in bringing it up today. It would worry Bucky, he wouldn’t want to go on missions, and you weren’t going to do that to him. Besides, it was just one time.

Right?

You soon found yourself purging when Bucky wasn’t around. If he had gone out with Steve, if he was on a mission, or if he was down in the gym you found yourself taking more opportunities to give into your urges. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been, but you were spiraling. But at this point you had been slipping up so many times, you had been so secretive about it. 

It would kill Bucky inside to know that you were hiding this from him again. He would feel like you didn’t trust him. You trusted him with your life.

You just didn’t want to let him down. Not again, not when he had explicitly told you to come to him and you had been blatantly ignoring that.

You wanted to tell him, you did. But you couldn’t let him being so proud of you be based on a lie.

One day you were hunched over the toilet, legs sahking and tears streaming down your face from exertion. Bucky was away on a mission, so you didn’t even bother with the music or the water. What you hadn’t anticipated was him coming back hours earlier than he should’ve

The mission had gone much more smoothly than anticipated, which everyone was happy about. Bucky was glad he would get a few more hours with you. He had gone up to your shared room and let himself in, surprised to see you weren’t there. But then he heard you coughing from behind a closed bathroom door.

He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. You had been doing so well, what had happened?

He walked over to the door, knocking on it and calling out your name. He heard you muffle a small fuck before he knocked again.

“Y/n please, let me in.”

He heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, you on the other side washing your face. You could feel the tears from exertion be replaced by ones of shame and embarrassment, biting your lip slightly. What the fuck were you going to tell him? 

When you finally turned off the water, you rubbed your face with a towel, sighing heavily into it. When you took it away, you looked long and hard at the doorknob. 

Bucky sighed on the other side of the door. “Y/n please. I’m not mad. We’ve been here before, I just wanna talk to you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a breath before you made your expression nuetral and opened the door. 

Bucky’s eyes immediately saddened when he took you in. your face was still red and there were tears in your eyes. You had tried to put up a front, he could tell that too. Sometimes you got angry with him because you didn’t want to be vulnerable. He was prepared because like he said - he’d helped you before.

Before he could say anything you crossed your arms. “You’re home early,” you said coldly.

“Y/n.” 

“How’d the mission go? Well, I assume.” you tried to slip past Bucky but he was blocking the door. 

Bucky took a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah, the mission went well.” He wanted to be gentle with you. “But how are you?”

You shrugged, trying to appear oblivious. “I’m fine,” voice wavering slightly as you looked away.

“Y/n please. You’re not fine. Can you tell me what happened?”

“The same thing that always happens” you said bitterly. “Something stupid comes up, I start feeling like shit about myself and I ignore it until I’m puking it up with everything else, alright? It’s the same story, different time, and now I have you looking at me all hurt just like I was worried about which is why I couldn’t tell you!” you exclaimed, eyes filled with anger and tears. Bucky looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face. He would’ve much preferred that you had.

“Y/n.”

You shook your head, trying to get through the door that he was blocking. “Bucky, just let me through the door, forget it.”

“Y/n just talk to me please, I -”

“JUST LET ME THROUGH THE GODDAMN DOOR.” You yelled, surprising Bucky. It had been a while since you had gotten this angry or defensive. But he stood his ground. Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his. 

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky,” you said, feeling tears threatening to spill over. 

He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

You closed your eyes and felt a pang in your stomach. “Bucky, I - “

“You promised,” he said, voice cracking.

You shook your head. “Why do I have to talk about this. It’s not like I’m hurting anybody” 

“You’re hurting yourself, y/n.” he said calmly.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes slightly, tears falling. “That’s different Bucky, you know it is.”

“You aren’t somebody?”

You looked at him for a moment before a sob escaped your body, leaning on the counter for support as you brought a hand to your mouth. Bucky quickly came up behind you and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You started crying harder, embarrassed and ashamed. 

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t know how to tell you, I -”

“Hey it’s okay, it’s alright y/n, I’m here.” Bucky kept whispering reassurances in your ears, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

After some time passed, you didn’t know how long, you were able to calm down enough to take some shaky breaths, hiding your red face in Bucky’s chest.

“When did this start happening again?” he asked softly

“I don’t know… few weeks at least, not really sure.”

He took a breath, trying to stay calm. A few weeks and he hadn’t suspected anything, and you were alone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were on a mission, I couldn’t interrupt that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when I got back?” he pressed gently.

“You were so tired Bucky - ”

“Y/n.” he said more firmly.

You paused for a moment, knowing he wouldn’t take those answers. If they were truly the reason then you would’ve told him the next day or the day after, as soon as the opportunity came. There was more to why you waited, and Bucky knew that. 

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered. 

You heard Bucky sigh. He was angry with himself, for not being approachable to you. All he wanted was to make you feel safe enough to come to him, and to hear that you hadn’t because you thought he had expectations for you crushed him. “Y/n, I told you you could tell me about this. When have I ever been disappointed or angry with you?”

“You haven’t. You were just so proud and I - I didn’t want to ruin that for you. I didn’t want to tell you that you were proud of a lie.”

“Hey, hey look at me.” Hesitantly you looked up to meet his eyes. “None of this was you lying. You put in the hard work day after day, and I told you I was here to support you. But I never did the work for you. You did that. I’m proud of you and I always will be because you’re a fighter. It’s okay to have bad days, it’s okay to slip up. It’s okay to need a little help too, and that’s what I’m here for. A slip up doesn’t erase all the hard work you’ve put in before. I’m proud of you for the progress you’ve made, and of the work you put in. This doesn’t change anything sweetheart.”

He pulled you back into his chest.

“I’ll always be proud of you.”

[hesokuri-wars]

Are you guys alright? Like, personally? I'm worried about you :[

✨I can only speak for myself, but I’m alright! Sorry to have just vanished without a word. I honestly didn’t intend to and always hoped I’d get back into the swing of this

Last year I started a new job that is really physically and sometimes emotionally exhausting. I’m very happy there!! But I also have 2 part time jobs on top of that, so I’m just a wee bit burnt out and tired lmao

I've been Chronically Offline for a while, not just here; working 5-7 days a week without weekends or holidays means my free time is quite limited. And yeah, that free time has not included Heso at all, so I really can’t answer any questions about the game from the last year even when I am rarely around :/

So like... when will I come back? Will I come back? Big shrug. I do love the game and this community, I just don’t have the energy for it like I used to. So don't get your hopes up, I guess. Sorry

(And yes, I literally can't figure out how to format my mod icon into this post ✌😎✨)

💙Mod Kara

(Actually, it's great that you don't have a mod icon, because I can't be bothered myself to recover my own batch of icons for this post. This is good.)

Heeey, anon. It's super sweet of you to have sent in this ask, so I thank you for your concern. To answer your question, I'm doing fine, too. Like Mod Kara, I've got a job as well, but unlike her, I'm as online as ever, so what's my excuse?

Well, I haven't exactly touched anything Heso-related in... since the last time I posted actual Heso news, whenever that was. At one point, I sort of just stopped opening up the game and mostly left things up to Mod Kara. Truth be told, it's been a long time since I've actively been interested in Heso for a variety of reasons, ranging from my issues with the game itself, my current dedication to other interests, and the admittedly less-than-ideal way that I perceive this blog that I've owned for the past 5 years.

I'm aware that my explanation isn't as... justified as Mod Kara's. She's not active because she genuinely has too much on her plate at the moment, while I'm not active for reasons that can essentially be boiled down to I Don't Want To. Because of that, I do feel some degree of guilt for not being around for people who follow this blog, so I'm not going to bother defending myself. All I can really say without going full-blown TMI is that there are a handful of different factors that contribute to my lack of motivation, and I simply can't take responsibility for a long-term help blog when I'm like this.

Does that mean I'm quitting, or does that mean I'll be back one day? I'll just repeat what Mod Kara said above: Big shrug. I've learned a long time ago that I'm wildly inconsistent, so I'd feel like I'm lying if I committed to one particular resolution right now. And thus... I guess you could say this is a really belated hiatus announcement?

(inb4 anyone asks if we can just get new mods on board: that would be the obvious solution, but those things have only led to mods being cyberstalked. out of the question.)

~Mod Ichi (I’m sorry if I’m late!) As for me... it’s really been a mixture of things! I’ve made a lot of big steps in my life and I’ve gotten a lot more busy at work now that I’ve taken on more roles. I also recently got married so that’s awesome! (Planning the reception party has been so stressful aaa...) My wife and I are also looking to move into a new place soon, so that has also been taxing.

But to be honest, it’s also because on my end, like Mod Ichi, I’ve also been interested in other things. Between work, my social obligations and my other hobbies, my attention has been pulled in a million different directions. I feel really bad and I’m sorry to all of the folks who still follow the blog and look for news / updates.

But all the same, thank you always to everyone for all of your support. It means a great deal and it’s very sweet of you to check on us. ~ 💚 Mod Choro

[rayofsunas]

arguments.

A/n: happy Tuesday everyone! I hope your day is going alright. my week so far has surprisingly been great! let’s hope it stays that way :) anyways, enjoy everyone and stay safe!

Summary: arguments with their s/o.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Zhongli/Reader, Albedo/Reader (all gn)

Warnings: arguments, fluff, angst

Word count: 1.3k

Requested by @fernackerman​

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Xiao

if you and Xiao get into an argument, you best believe it’s over something serious 

they aren’t full-fledged screaming matches tho, he doesn’t wanna waste his energy on that

argument examples: boundaries, personal space, etc. 

he finds his personal space very important

he simply doesn’t engage petty arguments

why? because they’re a waste of time and energy

he can be difficult to deal with, let's be real

he’s blunt, though respectful, but he speaks his mind a lot, most of the time it just happens that way

so if you happen to argue, which surprisingly happens quite a bit because of his bluntness, you’re in for it

he’s not cruel, he’s not mean either, he’s just very, very blunt and DOES NOT CARE

he’s bold let's just say that

I feel like he doesn’t like overly clingy people, so if you happen to be clinging to him like a lost puppy, sorry, he’s going to be irritated and an argument will happen

he enjoys personal space and if you’re hanging all over him, he hates it so much

and trust me, he has a sassy retort for everything

“Quit clinging to me, it’s annoying.” Xiao snapped, pushing you away from him. 

“I’m barely clinging, you’re just bitter.” You huffed in annoyance. 

“Yeah, because you’re hanging off of me like a lost dog. Get off.”

don’t ask him stupid questions either, especially if you already know the answer to them and are trying to be funny, tease or get a rise out of him

he may seem like a fun sponge shh

do you have questions concerning his past? don’t ask... most likely if he hasn’t told you yet, there’s a good reason for it (he might one day)

so pls pls don’t do this, he’ll get all defensive and show you his wrath

“Stop asking so many questions, why do you need to know everything?”

“You’re annoying, I don’t know why I even put up with you...”

of course he doesn’t mean it, he's just upset and feels his privacy is being invaded

rule number one, don’t ask about his past if he hasn’t shown interest in speaking about it

don’t worry though, after arguments, despite his pride, he ALWAYS apologizes

he doesn’t want to lose you

you’re the one great thing in his life, he can’t lose you

he’ll apologize and give you a kith on your cheek muah

fight me I know despite being touch starved, his preferred love language is physical

Zhongli

y’all don’t argue, simple as that

so arguments usually don’t happen tbh

thank goodness

Zhongli is incredibly forgiving and the least argumentative of the three boys

the arguments are never serious (okay not never, but you get what I mean)

they’re usually playful, peaceful, zero malice behind words

“Zhongli, did you drink all the milk and not replace it?”

“So what if I did, dear.”

“I was going to use that to make a cake you brat!”

“Me a brat? You’re acting very bratty right now, dear.”

it’s arguments like these that are entirely playful and don’t leave you both angry at one another or bothered 

he doesn’t like arguing, with anybody!

he likes to keep the peace with his s/o

on the rare, rare, RARE occasion that there’s an argument it usually about your wellbeing

“I told you I’m fine! Archons, leave me alone, Zhongli.”

“You’re bleeding! I am trying to help you. Stop being childish.”

“Me childish? You worry about silly things.”

“This is not silly! I don’t want to see you hurt!”

he really, really cares and wants to protect you, so that’s going to be the root of the arguments

you putting yourself in danger really angers him, humans aren’t expendable in his eyes, you’re not expendable 

LISTEN TO HIM

please stop putting yourself in danger Y/n, or else you’re going to face an angry Archon

but even during arguments, he’s not mean at all

the point of the arguments aren’t to belittle you or make you hate him, no

they’re to make you realize that he’s worried about you

a wake-up call, I should say

his intentions are cruel or malicious, you just need to realize that he’s worried about you and that’ll fix everything

it doesn’t take Zhongli a long time to apologize, especially if you’re visibly upset

he’s apologizing immediately

right after the argument, he’s practically bowing at your feet, asking for forgiveness

he really does not want to hurt your feelings, he loves you so much

just listen to him when he has concerns and everything will be good 

Albedo

okay, you two don’t argue a lot, simply because Albedo is not a hostile or angry guy

he’s so gentle pls (how many times do I have to say we gotta protecc him?!?) 

he has no reason to argue with you, none at all

but arguing is normal, a healthy part of relationships he says, despite the obvious

the arguments happen when he’s usually stressed, other than that they don’t happen

so, you only argue if you touch something of his that he doesn’t want you to OR question his thinking and try to persuade him into believing a theory of your own

one, his lab is a complete mess, so yeah the thought is nice when you attempt to clean it yourself and the first few times he accepts it

a clean space is better than working in a messy and shrewd one

but if you constantly keep misplacing things and cleaning the area to the point where he can’t find or reach something, he’s going to be mad

“I’m not mad, but it really bothers me when you misplace my stuff.”

“You sound mad...And I’m sorry, I was just helping.”

“Well don’t.”

ummmm... just say you’re mad sir lmao

his anger is a different type of anger... he can be very passive-aggressive during arguments

he doesn’t want to make a big deal, but he’s going to show and let you know somehow that he’s bothered

two, don’t try to persuade his thinking or tell him his findings are incorrect/not valid

he despises this so much

nothing in the world is set in stone, science doesn’t have rules, unless it relates to equations

he’s not a puppet so don’t try to make him believe in what you do 

he may agree, but if he doesn’t don’t force it, he won’t like the idea of feeling like you’re trying to box him into a single thought

pls don’t do this, even if you mean well, don’t

and trust me when I say this, he prefers a s/o who questions his findings 

he WANTS you to be engaged with what he does, or else this will never work

so he enjoys that you question his findings and bring a better understanding to the table, possible other equations and even broaden his thinking

but he hates when you try to tell belittle his thinking/research and state you know something better than he does

that may be the case, but don’t lmao

of course you’d never do it on purpose, Archons no

“I really don’t think this is correct.” You said.

“There are no limitations to my research.”

“Yes but-”

“You sound like a know-it-all, did you forget I’ve studied this for years?”

yeah, end of the day, don’t touch his stuff, don’t try to be a puppet master or control him

but even then, you two don’t argue unless he’s very, very stressed

he works the hardest to apologize

he hates the idea of going to bed beside one another, and there being “bad blood”

he’s going to do whatever it takes to show his sincerity when he apologizes

because although this is not an excuse, his snappiness is majority of the time due to stress and that will be the only time he lets anger control his thinking 

2.23.21, rayofsunas