#not fall back asleep and i was really hoping it’d be gone by morning but it’s still fucking there!!!

[capyclub]

this week has been so fucking awful I literally cannot catch a break

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps

🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!

you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf

just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty > i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight > but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(

< You: aw 🥺 < it’s ok darling < we can go out some other time

> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u > i promise

It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.

You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.

By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.

You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.

One thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.

You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.

Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.

As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”

You yawned, shrugging.

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.

Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.

Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.

Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”

Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.

You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.

A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips. 

Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.

After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.

Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.

“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”

It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”. 

Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”

“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”. 

“But–” 

“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”. 

Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”. 

“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…” 

You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?” 

Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”. 

So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.

This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced. 

Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste��

“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee. 

“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.

You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. 

His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.

“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”

You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”. 

“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly. 

When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?” 

Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”. 

As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way. 

As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.

It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.

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[fireinmoonshot]

when they break into tears as soon as they see you. and the hug after :((( Bradley would def be comforting the reader

You didn’t realise quite how much you needed Bradley to walk in your front door until he did. It had been a long day at work. Nothing particularly bad had happened, it was just one of those days. One where you woke up feeling a little numb, a little empty and a lot unmotivated to do anything except laze around scrolling on your phone all day. 

He’d left to go to the base before you in the morning so you didn’t even get to hear his comforting words before you had to get up and go to work yourself. He’d left a note, like he always did, on the fridge, wishing you a good day and telling you he loved you. 

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley also had a tradition of kissing your forehead and whispering to you that you were going to absolutely smash all the tasks on your to do list today before he left for work. But you were always still fast asleep when he did it. 

Then, you’d gotten up and gone to work, trying to push past the mood you’d woken up in and couldn’t seem to shake. But then everything started going wrong at work, too. You kept dropping things. You realised you’d left your lunch in the fridge at home and had to fork out some extra money to buy some because you knew you’d just feel worse if you didn’t eat lunch at all. By the end of the day, the pile of things that had gone wrong was larger than what went right. 

When you’d gotten home, you decided that you’d get take out for dinner, hoping that Bradley would be a fan of the idea. You couldn’t be bothered to try and cook something and knew that if you did, the odds were something would go wrong there, too. The last thing Bradley would want would be to come home to you having accidentally burnt yourself on the stove or, worse, set the whole house on fire.

So, you’d settled down on the couch and turned on the tv to some mindless program that you weren’t really paying attention to. Your head was resting on the pillow beside you and you were fighting the urge to fall asleep.

The sound of the keys in the door was enough to wake you up. You spun around on the couch, turning to look at the door, grateful, as Bradley walked through it and closed it behind him. You hadn’t expected the tears that came to your eyes as you saw him.

He spotted you, too, and smiled at the sight of you. “Hey, angel. How was today?”

Your efforts to stop the tears from spilling over failed at the sound of his words. You hurriedly buried your head in the cushions of the couch. Relief had flooded over you at the fact that he was home but so had the absolute overwhelming nature of your day. And the one thing that could bring you comfort was just a few feet away from you.

There was no need for you to move to him, though, as Bradley quickly sat his things down on the kitchen counter and came hurrying over to you at the sound of you crying. “Hey, hey, angel. What’s wrong? What’s happened? Why are you crying?”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, and it was just the comfort you needed. You hugged him back, burying your head in his chest and hugging him tight, never wanting to let go of him.

“I’m just glad you’re home,” you managed, voice muffled and full of tears. 

Bradley gently started to rub your back, still holding you close. “Bad day?”

“It’s okay. I’ve had worse days,” you said, not wanting him to worry more than he already was. But it was useless. Bradley could see you trying to deflect. He knew you better than you realised. 

“Don’t do that,” he shook his head. “It’s me. You can tell me anything.”

You hugged him tighter, his words warming your heart. “It was just… one of those days. Where everything kept going wrong,” you explained. “That’s why I didn’t make dinner. I was worried something else would go wrong and it’d be a mess you’d have to clean up when you came home. And you’ve probably had a long enough day as it is.”

Bradley’s heart hurt at your words. He hated that you’d had a bad day. Hated that you’d worried about how he’d take it all when he came home. All he wanted was to hold you until you didn’t feel that way anymore.

“Angel, coming home to you is the best part of my day, even if I’d have to clean up a mess when I got home. And I don’t mind that you didn’t make dinner. I can cook too, remember?” He rubbed your back gently. “Nothing will go wrong now, angel. I’ve got you.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest, not wanting to let go.

“Are you gonna let go of me so I can go and get started on making us dinner, angel?”

You shook your head. “No. We can just get take out. I don’t want you to leave.”

Bradley smiled, hearing the pout in your voice. “Well, I think a home cooked meal will be much more soothing than takeout will be. So, how about you let me go make you one and then I’ll come right back to you?”

You hugged him a little tighter. “Five more minutes?”

He chuckled, but relented. He could very rarely say no to you. “Okay angel. Five more minutes.”

[chaosduckies]

Person getting lost in the woods, borrower person appears (reluctantly) and shows them the way back...

Use whoever, possibly even the two from my last ask...

I have no idea why I kept getting so distracted with this one, but I had lots of fun writing! I love these characters so much, but I don’t really know how I felt about the writing, but it’s okay! We post it like there’s no tomorrow! Hope you enjoy :3 (Probably a lot of mistakes cause I didn’t edit but we post anyways!)

Word Count: 3k

CW: very, very minor blood warning

Lost In The Woods

———Hayven———

The fog around me grew thicker, and all of a sudden I could barely see my own two hands out in front of me. My skin was burning from the cold, making it harder to get through the many bushes and occasional boulder. I pressed my hands against, my mouth, trying to warm them up. If I had realized that this stupid bonfire wasn’t actually real then I might not be lost right now. But here I was, cold, late, tired, a little hungry, but of course I was lost. My phone didn’t have any service, and they farther I walked the thicker the fog grew, showing no signs of people. 

“Hello? C-can anyone h-help me!” I screamed for help, thinking of my parents and how they think I’m out having such a great time with my nonexistent friends. Why couldn’t I see that they were lying straight to my face? This would have never happened! I’d be at home, under my blankets and watching tv in my room with some popcorn. Why was I so gullible. 

I walked further, in hopes of finding a road, or even something to give me a hint at where I’m at. There has to be something to help me… But it’s like my luck just became worse and worse the longer I stayed here. There was absolutely nothing. No sounds of a river, not the sound of distant cars traveling through the highway, no light except for the small amount emitting from my phone. Absolutely nothing. 

My legs were tired from walking around for the past two hours. I sat up against a tree, crunched up to stay warm, though that barely even helped. All I could think about right now is getting under all the blankets at home and falling asleep. Instead the cold air pricked at my skin like icicles, barely keeping me awake. I sighed, resting my head on my knees and wrapping my arms around. Come on there has to be something… 

I looked around for what seemed like the thousandth time, still not finding anything. I sighed in defeat, already knowing that I’ll just hav to make it through the night unless some strange miracle appeared. It’d be better to travel through the day anyways, the fog would be gone, less of a chance to get eaten by wolves- I gasped at the thought, now listening closely for the sound of hungry wolves. Do they even attack people? Or do they just attack when they’re provoked? Either way, it’s a new fear unlocked now that I was thinking about it. 

“Can someone please help me…” I muttered, tears threatening to fall down my face as I tried my best to blink them back. This was by far one of the worse pranks ever. I mean the teasing is fine, but… this? I could actually die here like this. I shuddered at the thought, hoping that I’ll make it through till the morning. 

———Atlas———

As much as I disliked seeing humans in the forest… this one seemed like they were genuinely freaking out. What for? I didn’t know. They had been asking for help from someone who wasn’t even real. The only person who heard it was me, but I didn’t want to show myself. That would just create more problems for me and I did not feel like finding a new place to live. 

The forest pretty much gave me everything I could ever need. Food, a place away from humans, peace. It was nice for someone who was three inches tall and didn’t exactly need everything your average person does. Perks of being a vampire I guess. I didn’t have to worry about gathering fruit or anything, mostly because I could just find any animal and… well I guess you can take a wild guess. It was fine though. Only a few humans have ever seen me, and when they did I just ran. What were they going to do anyways? Tell someone that a three inch person was just running around by himself trying to find a place to call home? Hah- unlikely. 

I watched as the human curled in on himself, trying to warm themselves up. Did I feel bad? Absolutely. But he shouldn’t have come here in the first place if he knew it was going to be cold. So technically it’s on him that he’s here now. I couldn’t help, otherwise he might come again looking for me if I did… and I’d rather stay by myself where no one could hurt me. I cringed at the thought of being in another humans hand. I know they were strong, but I think I could match their strength with my own if I tried hard enough. I bit the bottom of my lip, still watching the boy tremble as the air grew colder. Should I help them?

The thought never left my mind as I continued to watch carefully. The human shivered, whispering unintelligible words that even I couldn’t hear. Partially because of the strong winds that made the cold air hit my face even harder. I sighed, unaffected and merely found it annoying in the least. I knew it was wrong of me to just leave the human there, possibly lost and probably thinking that some kind of animal would attack him if he stayed for too long. I just couldn’t bring myself to help him. I knew what would happen. The horrors. As soon as I helped him get out of the woods, he’d turn on me and I’d just be some pet. Of course I would fight back, but I knew there was only a sliver of a chance that I would ever be able to escape. Vampire or not, I was still tiny. There was also just… something keeping me from doing such an unpredictable thing. 

Even though I decided that I wasn’t going to help them, I still stayed. A part of me just wanted to believe I could help this human out without getting hurt in the process. Not just physically. But what if a did help him and he leaves? That would be a good thing. That way we would both get what we wanted. He could go home and be in the warmth of his home, while I stayed here. Alone. My temporary hut I made out of sticks and some missing items I find when humans are nearby. I groaned quietly to myself. Why couldn’t have been turned into a vampire get rid of my feelings? 

Slowly, I made my way towards them, cautious not to make a sound even though I was a hundred percent sure that they wouldn’t be able to even if I wasn’t trying. Still, I treaded carefully. If I was even the slightest bit wrong about this it was running away and finding another home for me. I held my breath, not noticing how shaky my arms were until I had hid near the small bag strapped around their shoulders. I observed before stepping out, my steps slow, taking deep breaths to calm myself as I circled around to directly in front of them. Was I scared? That seemed… out of character for me. There was no way I was scared. Just because my last interaction with a human didn’t end so well didn’t mean I was scared now. I’m wayyy over that- Right? 

I crossed my arms, pushing away those thoughts and opened my mouth to speak, “Do you need help?” I had to yell over the harsh wind for them to be able to hear me, my voice slightly strained but nothing I couldn’t handle. They slowly brought their head up, not noticing me and turning their heads frantically in all directions, blinking a few times before his eyes trailed down in defeat, landing right on me. My body nearly jumped, but I kept my composure, eyes unsurprised and arms still crossed. 

Their eyes widened, cheeks red from being stained by the piercing cold. We held a silent staring contest, their mouth opening and closing as if they had wanted to speak, but couldn’t think of anything to say. I let out a sigh, speaking for him, “I can help you get out of here.” 

He stared at me blankly, his finger pointing to me, a confused expression showing on his face while he struggled to keep his eyes open as a gust of wind blew through, pushing the stinging cold onto his face. He held his hands up to his face to shield himself. I struggled to keep upright, given my height, but I managed. 

“H-help me? You know the way?” He excitedly announced, slightly making my ears ring, but I just ignored that for the time being. Why wasn’t he questioning what I was? Humans are naturally curious creatures, shouldn’t he be poking prodding at me like some science experiment? Instead he skipped the entire “what in the actual heck are you.” Maybe all he really wanted was to be tout of here? I mean he didn’t exactly look like the type to hurt anyone… Can I really trust that though? 

“I do. I’ll show you.” I shrugged my shoulders like nothing was going on in my head. Everything was going on. Everything that could go wrong, what happens after this interaction. Would he tell people about me? Would I have to find a new home anyways? What if I help him and nothing happens? Just stay lonely with nothing but animals to be my “companions” and sustenance for the rest of my immortal life? It was sad to think about really. 

“O-okay. D-d-do you want m-me to h-h-hold you?” He motioned to his hands, cupping them in front of my as he squinted one eye because of the cold. I felt all color drain from my face as I screamed, “No!” Not realizing I jumped backwards, slightly hissing like some animal. We both stared at each other before I fake coughed, recomposing myself, “I’ll just… walk.” I started walking in the direction, hoping that he wouldn’t step on me. I shuddered, hoping nothing like that was going to happen. But the thought crept in and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. 

They stood up and followed me, as I lead the way they kept at least two steps behind me at all times, no matter how slowly the intervals were between them. No words were said between us. Mostly because even if I bothered to talk he wouldn’t hear me. I was too quiet. A good and bad thing. 

Over time, the wind gradually gave up, enough to where I could hear leaves crunch every time they took a slow step. I had no idea how they came to be so far from here, but I guess there was always a way. There was still some part of me that didn’t trust any part of this, but another part of me that kept saying that this would end differently. That I wouldn’t get hurt or anything bad would happen to me. I found it hard to choose between the two, and kept moving, ignoring the voice in the back of my head. 

———Hayven———

I don’t think I really cared that a three inch-tall person was guiding me out of the forest. I just wanted to go home, wrap myself in a blanket and fall asleep being warm. It was still freakishly cold outside, but not as much as before. The wind was dying down as I noticed that it was easier for the tiny person to walk now. I had offered to carry them, but considering their reaction that was entirely out of the question. 

Of course I had plenty of questions for them. Like how they’re not bothered by the frigid air surrounding us, or what they ever were. Where they came from. How they know the way out of here. I kept them to myself. They didn’t seem like they even wanted to be asked anything. They just wanted to me to get out so they can live their life in the forest unbothered. There was no way I would be telling anyone about this though. Not like anyone would believe me in the first place. 

After a while, they had looked like they kept looking back at me, like they were afraid I would do something. I guess I would think that too if I were as small as he was, but I don’t think I could ever hurt someone. Including him. Even if we had just met. Plus, hurting someone smaller than you just doesn’t seem fair at all. He probably has a life too, why not leave him alone? He’s already helping me plenty, it’s the least I could do. Maybe he would let me come back and give him something to eat? I wouldn’t think there would be a lot of things for him in the forest. That or something easy for him to get. 

“Um, are y-you sure you don’t w-want me to help you?” I laughed nervously, the cold still stinging but not as much. So much for some great party they were inviting me too. How did I not realize that it was a trick? Who would even invite me to anything? I sighed to myself, looking back at where we’ve been. We have to be close by now… right? At least to a road? 

“No, I’m okay.” He responded, never wavering. I took a small step, watching him look back and cringe away slightly. He was scared of me. That was something I never thought I’d see on a persons face towards me. I didn’t like it. At all. 

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you’re cold and I can at least try to help with that.” I looked down at my hands, pausing as he stopped moving. Was he actually thinking about it? I was expecting him to say no, but I guess this was good too. Except for the fact that I’ve never held an entire living person in my hand before! What if I drop him? What if I move wrong? Would it even be comfortable for him? 

He looked up at me, debating his decision before groaning loudly, “Okay. But I swear if you drop me I’m not helping you anymore, got it?” He threatened. I nodded my head, crouching down on the forest floor and laying my hand palm-up. I figured this would be better than just grabbing him. Given his earlier reaction. 

It felt weird to be carrying someone in your hands. They felt full, but then you realize that there’s an entire person trusting you with their lives. I gulped and kept walking straight, moving a lot faster but made sure almost ever second to make sure that the being in my hands wasn’t bothered. He sat, his arms draped over the barrier I had made with my thumb just in case. I was a little nervous, but there was no way he’d do something without knowing what could happen to him. 

“So uhh, what’s your name?” I asked, laughing nervously as I kept my eyes forward, afraid that I would trip over a loose stick or a rock. It usually happens to me. Just my luck. 

He stayed quiet for a second before answering, “Atlas, and you?” He turned his head to face me, for a brief moment showing fear. I bit the side of my cheek, hoping it wasn’t noticeable, “Hayven. Th-thank you for helping me, Atlas.” 

Atlas looked at me, surprised before he scoffed like he didn’t believe me, “No need to thank me. I’m doing both of us a favor.” He harshly stated, turning his head back down to the large drop below him. At least to him it must be. I stopped moving at the sound of a car, seeing the headlights in the distance. I shook my head and walked towards it, “So what exactly are you?” I asked, not expecting an answer. 

“Vampire.” Was all he responded with, but it left me extremely confused. Vampire? Was he messing around, or did he really mean it? I laughed playfully, “You’re messing around with me ri-“ I winced at the sharp pain that came from the side of my hand, seeing a tiny bite mark. I stared at Atlas, who shrugged his shoulders, though I felt him tremble like he thought I would hurt him for it. So, did he just have really sharp teeth or… Vampire? I probably shouldn’t dwell too much on it. 

“My turn. Why were you all the way out here?” He never turned around. 

“Um. There was supposed to be a party here. But… I guess they lied to me.” I sighed sadly, hearing even more cars now. 

“This is close enough. I’ll get off from here.” He announced, pushing himself up and peering down over the edge of my hands. I crouched down, letting him off easily as he looked up at me. I couldn’t read his expression, but I could almost tell that he wanted to ask me something, but never did. 

“H-hey uh. I know you probably just want to go home and… do whatever it is you do, but how about I give you a nice place to stay at for the night? It’s the least I offer after helping me so much.” 

Atlas stared wide-eyed at me, staring up at me like I had said something that offended him. He looked back down. I noticed the trembling, but I couldn’t tell if that was from fear or the cold. Most likely the first option. He didn’t know me. He probably thinks I would keep him as a pet or something. I was disgusted just thinking about it. 

“No tricks?” He asked. I shook my head, “I know you probably have your own thoughts about me, but I genuinely just want to repay the favor.” I didn’t want to force him, but the guilt would eat at me later. 

He debated for what seemed like hours before taking a deep breath, “Alright. But I want to be back here before night tomorrow.” He demanded. I laughed, nodding my head and agreeing to his demands. He climbed back onto my hand effortlessly, but I still felt him tremble. Even if he was scared, something about Atlas screamed at me to keep him company. Maybe we could both keep each other company?  

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They’re just both very lonely, but it’s okay because they’ll keep each other company! :D

Again, I wasn’t entirely sure how this came out, and I do realize that I rushed the ending, but it’s fine TwT (No it’s not) But thank you for the ask because I absolutely love writing these two! I might even turn them into an official little fic. Just some silly little one-shots :D

Hope you liked it!

[peakypolly]

Hey Kat! I hope your day’s gone well!

I know I said that I’d be sending in more requests in the future…I didn’t think it’d be like 3 days later haha. But I saw the prompt list that you linked and couldn’t help but find one on it. ☺️☺️

Could you write a Tommy x Reader with this prompt: “I would like my good morning kiss now.” ?

Thank you so much in advance if you choose to! 💕

Breakfast in Bed |Tommy Shelby X Reader

Request: @runnning-outof-time

Prompt from : @creativepromptsforwriting this list here

Summary:  You and Tommy spend the morning together, but you forget one very important thing.

Word Count: 392

Content Warning: Fluff, some implied smut towards the end but nothing direct!

A/N: Thank you to K for requesting❤️! I really loved this prompt but I thought it would be better as a short blurb so I apologize for the length, I hope it's okay! Waking up with Tommy would be such a dream!! This is how I would imagine it going, especially bc I am not! a morning person, and I have always imagined Tommy waking up hours before his S/O.

Tag List: @shelbydelrey Let me know if you want to be added to the list! xoxo.

The morning sun sent a golden hue through the open window, you groaned turning over on your side. Unaware of the time and too tired to care you closed your eyes once more hoping to fall back asleep. It was one of the only days you and your husband, Tommy had off of work. The children were at their aunt Ada’s house for the day, she knew how much you and Tommy needed a day to yourselves. You were grateful, days like this were few and far between. You felt Tommy’s arm snake around your waist as he pulled himself close to you.

“Morning Doll” he croaked- you could tell he had just awoken. His warmth emitting from his body soothed you, as the cold crisp air of the bedroom surrounded you. Sheltered by the air from the blanket you pulled over your face, snuggling into the pillow. 

“Morning Handsome” you mumbled, as he placed small kisses on your shoulder blade. 

“Today is going to be a great day, just you and me, this whole house all to ourselves- what do you think, hmm?” He asked, his voice mellifluous. 

“Too early” you yawned, stretching out your body, awakening your muscles. He removed his arms from you and placed his head back onto the mahogany headboard.

“Too early eh? It’s a quarter to ten doll” he laughed, as he lit his cigarette.

“Mhm- Tommy! No smoking in the bed!” You rolled over smelling the smoke and playfully smacked his arm. 

“I’ve got an oral fixation love, seems to me like you forgot” He smirked, glancing at you before taking another puff. You gave him a puzzled look before realizing what he meant, you gasping exageratingly, sending him a smile.

“I would like my good morning kiss now” He inched his face closer to yours, the rasp still present in his morning voice. You caressed his cheek, placing your lips upon his gently. 

“Thank you” He looked satisfied at your small display of affection. 

“You’re so spoiled” you laughed, pulling the sheets off of your body, sitting up and sliding into your slippers.

“Where are you running off too, dont want to kiss me any more?” He pouted dramatically before reaching out and pulling you back onto the bed. 

“Was going to make us some breakfast” You said, as he climbed on top of you.

“I think i’d prefer to have my breakfast in bed today” He smirked, pulling you in for another kiss.

[iwritesickfic]

Where I Need to Be - part 2

it's been a while since I put out part 1, but here's the conclusion! hope you enjoy :)

While the day has been miserable, Theo’s pretty sure he’s over the hump of whatever illness he has. He hasn’t thrown up since this morning, and his fever’s been under control (mostly) since he’s been able to hold down ibuprofen and water. He’s still got a pounding headache, and his stomach is puffy and tender, but all in all, it’s not as bad as it could be. And he knows how bad it could be.

He’s been in and out of sleep the last few hours, and he’s woken up most recently to a hushed phone conversation happening on the other side of the bedroom door. He’s only getting bits and pieces-

“Kelly, I told you…sick, that’s why…fever…Ok fine…One hour…Ok. Bye.”

Then the door opens, and Seamus is walking in. His smile is strained, but it’s there.

“Hey, love. How are we?” he asks, same gentle voice as always. It’s so different than the one he was using on the phone just a moment ago.

“Not bad,” he says, and for once he's telling the truth. Seamus sits down the edge of the bed, laying his hand on Theo’s forehead.

“You still feel pretty cool. Not cool, but not…not too hot,” he says, and runs his thumb back and forth over his sweat slick skin. They sit in silence for a while before Seamus speaks again. “So. I’m going to ask you something but I need you to be really, really honest. Ok?”

Theo nods. This will have to do with the phone call. Kelly is the artist whose album he’s working on. And who deeply, deeply dislikes Theo. Needless to say, she was not pleased to find out Seamus was missing a day of work to be with Theo, fever of 104 or not.

“There’s a dinner tonight with some people from the label, and Kelly- they want me to go.” There’s an expression on his face that Theo can only describe as shame. It makes sense he’d feel that way, but Theo doesn’t hold it against him. Work is work, they both know that, and some part of Theo was waiting for this conversation to come. And he can't even fully focus because his head is throbbing.

“Ok,” he says, voice shaky. “What did you tell them?”

“I told them I’d have to see about it but it’d only be there for an hour, tops. So be honest, if I was gone for two hours, do you think you’d be ok? Do you feel like it’s getting worse?”

“How big of a deal is it? Contract, or?” He already knows it’s a very big deal or Seamus wouldn’t be asking, but his answer will pretty much depend on it.

“That’s not…” He bites his lip. “It’s not contracted, but if they don’t like what they see…” He trails off before shaking his head. “It’s ok either way. If I stay or go. Just be honest.”

Honestly, he doesn’t want Seamus to leave. Not at all. That said, he doesn’t feel sick enough to justify making him stay. If sleeps for the next few hours, which is likely, there’d be no point in making Seamus stay home.

“Go. I’ll be fine.” A wave of relief seems to wash over Seamus, though the look of guilt doesn’t totally leave.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine for a couple hours.”

“Ok. Two hours. Tops.”

He’s asleep before Seamus even walks out the door. But when he wakes up, he realizes that this virus is far from done with him.

His whole body is shaking, sweat pouring off him, his clothes plastered to his skin. His stomach is in knots, and when he opens his mouth to take a gasping breath he immediately heaves up a mouthful of bile. He’s so hot. He’s never been so hot in his life. His chest is tight with it, his breath is shallow.

He knows he needs to get to the bathroom, but the minute he pushes himself up with trembling arms, the world spins, and he vomits again. God, his stomach. He moans and forces himself out of bed, and quickly finds he’s way too weak and dizzy to stand. He nearly faints before catching himself on the bedframe. Somehow, he finds his way to the bathroom and falls hard to his knees before leaning over the toilet and heaving again.

The cold of the tile almost hurts his fevered skin. It feels raw, just like his throat. His chin is sticky with drying vomit, and he peels off his shirt. When his hand goes to touch his cramping middle he can't hold back the whimper that escapes. It's so tender - the touch feels like a stab. He also can feel that he’s very, very bloated. The normally concave expanse of his abs is jutting out from his hips, puffy and aching. The waistband of his shorts presses uncomfortably into the swell, and combined with the pressure of his touch, it makes him retch.

In between heaves he can’t hold his head up, so he slumps against the toilet bowl, forehead on the cold porcelain rim.

Sweat drips from the tip of his nose on the floor below him. His breath is gasping in and out, and he's not sure whether he's shaking with fever or sheer exertion.

“Seamus!” He calls as loudly as his voice will let him, which isn’t very loud at all. It's cracked and thin. In that moment he remembers Seamus isn’t here. The thought wrenches a sob from him.

God, he’s so pathetic. A quivering mess, crying for his boyfriend, vomit on his chin. There are a few minutes of respite where he just sits there trying to catch his breath, chest jumping up and down, praying for relief from the fever and the throbbing in his skull. Praying it’s almost… What time is it? What time did Seamus leave?

Before he can think much harder on it, he’s vomiting again. There's only bile now, nothing else is left in his stomach. But once the bile is gone, it doesn’t stop. It’s wringing him out. He’s dry heaving until he’s too weak to. He’s still dripping sweat. It burns his eyes, stings his chapped lips.

He needs to get his phone. He needs to call Seamus. It has to have been two hours by now - it feels like he’s been in this bathroom for 5. But it can’t have been, because Seamus would be back.

The bedroom. His phone is in the bedroom.

He’s no stranger to being this sick, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

He stumbles back down the hall, having to stop and lean against the wall every few steps when his lightheadedness is too much to handle.

He gets the phone. His hands are shaking so badly he almost drops it. He taps Seamus's perfect, smiling photo. Immediately, he hears his voicemail message - "Hey, it's Seamus. I don't really check my voicemail so just shoot me a text! Thanks." There's a dial tone, and Theo hangs up. He calls again. The phone is sticking to the side of his face. Same thing.

This is a nightmare. It has to be. He looks at the time. It's after 10, Seamus should've been home by 8.

Theo is slumped on the floor, back against the wall, just trying to breathe evenly enough to avoid throwing up any more than he already has. The last bout of vomiting had quelled the nausea slightly, but it's back, despite him still not having anything in his stomach to purge. His mouth is dry and sour but the thought of even rinsing it out makes his stomach churn.

He opens his texts. It takes a long time to type a message. It's riddled with typos but his hands are shaking too badly to do any better. It's something along the lines of "where are you? i need you". Normally he wouldn't be so direct, but he's desperate.

Then the world is spinning, spinning, spinning. And then he’s asleep.

Every extra minute Seamus is sitting at this table he's nervous. But, he reminds himself for the thousandth time, Theo would've called if something was wrong. He's probably asleep. His phone has been silent all night, tucked in the pocket of his coat where it hangs from the back of his chair. He's glanced at it a few times, but nothing's come through.

Still, he promised Theo two hours. It's been four. And even if he leaves now, it'll be four and a half.

He's glad he came though. As much as it would've gone just fine without him, he has way more experience dealing with execs than Kelly does. Zeke even flew in from New York. The meeting started at a restaurant in the city and migrated to some random pub a few doors down after the execs were on their way.

At about 11 he goes to the bathroom and grabs his phone as an afterthought. There are absolutely no notifications, which seems strange.

Upon closer examination, he sees it's set to "do not disturb." He definitely did not set it to "do not disturb." He stops in the doorway of the bathroom as he sees the notifications flood in. 6 missed calls. Five unread texts. All from Theo. He has to stop himself from sprinting back to get his coat. He's immediately in panic mode.

Kelly, Zeke and a few other acquaintances from the label look up from their conversation.

"Whoa, what's up?" Zeke asks as Seamus throws on his coat with shaking hands.

"I just - It's an emergency," he manages to say. Zeke furrows his eyebrows but doesn't protest. Kelly huffs.

"Seamus, please. He can take care of himself," she says, and he freezes in place. Zeke looks very confused now.

"Theo?" Zeke interjects, but Seamus doesn't bother responding.

"I told him I'd be home at 8 and it's 11 and he's been trying to call me since 10. I don't know why my phone…" He trails off. He can barely think straight. Kelly crosses her arms and looks at Zeke, whose lips are pressed into a line. "What?"

"Well, we agreed it'd be best if there weren't any distractions," Kelly says. Seamus isn't someone who ever really gets angry, per se, but he's angry right now. Furious. But everyone is staring at him now, and it'll only look unprofessional if he loses his shit. He turns his gaze to Zeke, who looks extremely guilty.

"I didn't know something was wrong, I-" He starts and Seamus clenches his jaw. He starts to stammer out a reply before realizing that every minute he spends here is one minute he's wasting.

"I'll see you guys Monday," he says, trying to keep his voice as even as possible, ignoring the shouts of his name as he leaves.

He tries to call Theo. It rings, but there's no answer. He calls again. Still nothing. He's going about 20 over the speed limit, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. When he walks into the house he doesn't even bother taking off his coat or shoes.

"Theo?" He calls. No answer. He knows logically that Theo's not dead, but the panic in his chest does not seem to know that.

He stops in the doorway of the bedroom. Theo's on the floor, half curled up, shaking like a leaf. Seamus is frozen for a moment before he rushes to him.

Theo's skin is hot - so ungodly fucking hot - and so incredibly pale. Seamus shakes his shoulder lightly, and though Theo moans softly, he doesn't open his eyes.

"Teddy?" Seamus asks, running his hand up and down Theo's arm. Theo's eyelids flutter, and another small sound of pain escapes his chapped lips. Seamus taps his cheek gently. "Teddy, baby."

Theo's eyes finally open, only halfway but enough for Seamus to know he's conscious. When his gaze lands on Seamus's face he lets out a sobbing breath.

"Shh, you're ok," Seamus murmurs, trying to keep his voice steady. He lifts Theo so he's sitting upright, almost all his weight on Seamus. His forehead rests on Seamus's shoulder, his breathing shallow and labored through sobs. He smells like vomit and sweat, and his hands are immediately clinging to Seamus's shirt. "I’m gonna lift you up, alright?"

Theo doesn't reply, but Seamus wasn't necessarily asking for permission.

He maneuvers Theo's limp body so he can pick him up, and tries to ignore the spike of panic when all of his body is pressed against him. He's on fire, trembling, letting out little whimpers of pain at every movement. Theo doesn’t cry like this. Ever. And it’s making Seamus very nervous.

He's glad he works out enough to squat 250, because Theo is only a little over half that. He doesn't bother trying to get his shorts off before placing him in the bathtub, his long legs bent in the small space. Seamus turns on the water and rummages to find the thermometer.

Theo doesn't even make a sound as the cold water hits his skin, and doesn't even seem to notice when Seamus slips the thermometer under his tongue. As the water rises and he waits for the thermometer to do its job, the guilt really starts to set in.

He should've been here. Instead, he was out at a bar, drinking and laughing and assuming everything was fine. He should have noticed his phone was fucked up, he should've left when he said he would. He doesn't know how bad the fever is exactly, but he would wager a guess that it's really fucking bad. Odds are all the vomiting made him dehydrated, which made his fever worse, which made the nausea worse, and around and around until they got here.

He takes one of Theo's limp hands, and with the other, calls Zeke. It's only a ring or two before he picks up.

"What's up?" He asks, and Seamus suddenly feels like he might cry.

"I think I need to take him to A&E." His voice is shaking.

"The-" He cuts Zeke off before he can finish.

"The ER."

"Ok, ok. Uh…" Zeke trails off, clearly flustered. The background noise of the bar softens and a door closes. Seamus cuts in again.

"Do we have anyone here who could come give an IV?" In New York, Theo has people who'll come to wherever he is and give him the basics without having to go to the actual hospital, but Seamus has no idea what's at their disposal in Ireland. He kicks himself for not thinking to find out before now.

"Uh, I can check. I'll call around. Maybe. Is he-"

"I might be able to get it- get the fever down, but he's really dehydrated, so…" Seamus trails off. "You have people here, right?"

"I mean, yeah. In theory. It's just-"

"Just find out what's faster. I can drive him to A&- the ER, or someone can come here. Either way, just find out what's quicker, ok?"

"Ok. I'll call you back in a few, just hang tight." He doesn't hang up just yet. "And I'm sorry, I never would've let Kelly have your phone if I knew what was going on."

"Well she shouldn't have my phone anyway."

"Right."

"Yeah. Just call me back when you know, ok?"

"Ok, hang tight."

The line goes dead and Seamus checks his watch before taking the thermometer out of Theo's mouth. 40.5. He stares at the reading for longer than he needs to, feeling the panic in his chest spike.

Theo’s eyelids are fluttering now, and the hand Seamus is holding tightens around his.

“Oh my God…” Theo breathes out, his voice ragged and thin. “Fuck.”

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” Seamus says, and dips his hand in the cool water before laying it on Theo’s forehead. A towel or washcloth would work better, but he can’t make himself move from this spot.

“Shay, I…” he murmurs, before trailing off, “I had the worst nightmare.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he says back gently, wiping Theo’s chin. It’s taking so much effort to maintain this facade of calm, but he knows if he starts to freak out, it’ll only make things worse.

“I…In my dream…I kept calling you and calling you,” he mumbles, and Seamus is immediately sick to his stomach with guilt. “But you wouldn’t answer. And I was alone.”

It takes everything in him to speak around the lump in his throat.

"I'm here now," is all he manages to choke out. He can't bring himself to lie outright. He'll need to come clean eventually, but not now when Theo's still half delirious. "You've had your appendix out, right?"

Theo nods.

"Burst. In college.” Despite the cold water, Theo doesn't seem to be getting any cooler. He's not even shivering.

He's gathering Theo's hair into a little bun when Zeke calls him back.

“What did they say?” He asks, and Zeke sighs.

“They have people in Dublin, but they wouldn't be able to make it to you until tomorrow morning. I could call you a car but I think it'd just be faster for you to drive him in. If you feel like that's what he needs.”

It's a horrible drive. Then a horrible night.

When they drive home the next morning, Theo's still running a fever, but it's not as bad as it was. The insides of his arms and the backs of his hands are bruised - he was so dehydrated they had to jab him about ten times to find a vein for the IV.

He's able to walk inside from the car, which is a major improvement, but he collapses on the couch as soon as he walks in.

“I'm gonna make some tea, alright?” Seamus asks, carefully stroking some of his hair back from his face. Theo just nods, closing his eyes.

As he makes the tea, he knows he needs to tell him. Not today. No, he’ll wait, he thinks, and tries to convince himself it's for Theo’s benefit. He doesn't quite manage.

[ivory-lamps]

[SR] Toi - The Beginning of Lovely Days (Part 2/2)

Proofreader: Shay

Toi: Mmm…

…Haa.

Ryui: …Can’t sleep?

Toi: Ani-sama.

Ryui: Wanna come over here?

Toi: Yeah…!

*Toi shuffles over*

Ryui: What’s wrong? Can’t fall asleep ‘cause you’re not used to the place?

Toi: No, it’s not that. I…

I had so much fun today. I can’t sleep because I’m still full of energy.

I got a gold star from Yukikaze-san for helping out and I got to try Muneuji-kun’s helmet…

And Raito-san shared some of his recommended ramen to me during snack time! It was a secret tonkotsu ramen. I just had a bite but I even got to have a piece of wood ear mushroom…!

Ryui: …Yeah? It’s good as long as there aren’t any people who will hurt you.

Toi: We did a whole bunch of other things, too. We smiled and laughed so much to the point my cheeks hurt.

But more than anything…

I think it’s because you’re here with me, Ani-sama.

I’m not dreaming. You’re really here, smiling and laughing with me…

Ryui: Toi…

Netaro: That’s awesome, Toi~ I’ll give you lots of headpats in Ryui’s stead.

Ryui: You’re being a nuisance!

Why’re you here, anyway!?

Netaro: Ryui, you said, “Wanna come over here?” didn’t you? You sent an invitation so it’d only be fair to answer it ♪

Ryui: It wasn’t directed at you!

Netaro: It’s so warm here~ I can definitely fall asleep until morning like this.

Come on, boys. I’ll hold you guys close. Huuuug.

Toi: Hehe. Netaro-san~ Okay, then I’ll hug you back.

Ryui: Hey, don’t touch me! Lemme go!

And Toi ain’t your huggin’ pillow! You’re gonna crush him to death!

Netaro: You’re so noisy, Ryui. You said that this afternoon, too. I’m tired of hearing the same thing over and over.

You’re gonna end up bothering the neighbours if you keep the noise up. How about I stuff your mouth with counting sheep?

Ryui: How about you try!!?

Toi: Geez, Ani-sama…

(...I can hear Ani-sama’s voice.)

(Not having him by my side made it feel like I was in prison.)

(I was all alone and surrounded by silence.)

(But everything changed… ever since coming to HAMA House. Every day is hectic and there’s hardly any time to feel lonely.)

(Something new… something filled with hope has begun.)

(I don’t know what lies in the future for us. But those fearful nights are long gone now.)

…I’m really glad I came here, Ani-sama.

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[astroluvr]

I have a jack story idea it’s angsty kinda so it’s jack and reader anniversary how ever jack forgets and he’s being lovey as usally and she thinks he’s playing around she sets up this dinner wine and dressss up for him he never came home and was in the studio he actually forgot and didn’t know it was your guys is anniversary when he comes home he sees the dinner and the half wine but when he comes to your shared room he sees you sleeping with a lingering well in his mind he thinks you had someone over and he starts going crazy but in reality … it was for him

Over the past few days, you thought nothing of Jack’s lack of attention to the calendar. The combination of his confidence when he walked out of the door and the late nights out he claimed to be to the studio only added to your belief he was planning a surprise. When you asked Urban if he knew about anything you should know about it or if Jack had mentioned anything important, he only thought for a moment before shaking his head. You expressed your urgency over the matter, and when Urban only looked at you like you’d grown two heads, you realized Jack was doing nothing special.

Not that you minded, of course, you were okay with anything. After three years, time with each other was the best thing you could ask for. Partially because time alone with Jack had been somewhat lacking in that area. If he wasn’t leaving as you were waking up, he was walking in when you were falling asleep. It was a little exhausting, but you hadn’t bought it up for the sake of keeping the peace in your shared home.

You put together a nice meal that incorporated all of his favorite meals. You’d even taken the day off of work to make sure you had enough time to make your own sauce for the pasta he loved at a restaurant you’d been to, the meat was seasoned and cooked to perfection, the sides and appetizers were to die for. The whole house sounded like luxury cuisine.

After the meal was done, it was close to the time you expected Jack to be home. You really weren’t expecting him back this late to begin with, but here you were, legs crossed and sitting in a nice black dress. You felt like a fairy tale princess waiting for her Prince Charming to come save her, staring at the door like a lost puppy all dolled up.

After an hour and a half of waiting, you’d downed most of the non-alcoholic wine you found, and eaten half of the pasta you made. You picked up your phone and texted him to ask what time he’d be back without much hope. After going over fifteen minutes without a response, you cursed to yourself.

You wanted to be upset at yourself, but all of it swung back around to Jack. How could he forget this? It’d been three years since he asked you to be his girlfriend and he couldn’t even be bothered to remember? Perhaps it was your fault for not saying anything, but it was on the calendar with a big red heart. No matter how much he claimed to never look at the calendar, how could it have slipped his mind for so long?

You took your pity party of one back to your room and left the mess for the morning. You'd done enough. When you undressed in front of your mirror, you felt even sadder. The baby blue lingerie that was an absolute favorite of Jack’s had gone to waste. You felt so pretty earlier sliding it on and your heart beat double time when you imagined Jack’s reaction to it.

You swallowed your pride for the umpteenth time and didn’t even bother with taking it off. You had put in hours to making this something memorable for Jack and he didn’t even care. You weren’t even rewarded with a call or text, not even a panicked call with him promising to make the day up to you.

You had retired for the night about an hour before Jack came in. Even though the food was cold, he could still smell the appetizing aroma that came from hours of your cooking. His iPad was still propped up in the kitchen and was a tell-tale sign that you’d been working on something in the kitchen. He walked around looking for the food, but found it on the table. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the wine bottle on the table and the oversized hoodie on the doorknob.

Rage took over his body before logic did. He stormed to your shared bedroom and threw the door open, flicking on the lights. Given that you were only in a light sleep, that was all it took for you to sit up dazed and lacey lingerie being revealed after your blanket fell down to your thighs.

“Jack?” you pinched your face in confusion and rubbed them harder upon seeing Jack’s angry expression. “What are-”

“You have got some fucking nerve to have another guy in my damn house, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about? Nobody was here but me, alone. Like I’ve been for the past two weeks!” you scoffed at his dramatics and he licked his lips and shook his head.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What? You thought I was staying up in the studio tonight or something? You invite some dude over behind my back, make him a nice dinner, get dolled up, and let him fuck you, huh? His fucking hoodie is still here. Because I’ve been working to do something nice for your ass!”

“Jack, do you hear yourself right now?”

“Don’t do this, Y/N. We’re done.” he flicked on the closet lights and you stood up.

Your heart beat fast, no matter how riled up he was in the moment, you didn’t want to lose him. His accusations were taken far beyond what they should’ve been, but it wasn’t exactly baseless.

“Would you fucking listen to me?” you asked loudly enough for him to turn around and look at you, his face screwed up when he saw you in the lingerie. “It’s our anniversary.”

“No, our anniversary is- it's, um-.” he struggled in embarrassment before realizing that he was entirely wrong.

“It’s today, Jack. If you had bothered to check the calendar, your phone, literally anything, you would know that it is.” Jack squinted and you walked out of the room quickly enough for him to stride behind you. “And if you opened your eyes, you’d see that this wine is non-alcoholic because you don’t drink.”

You leaned over the table and picked it up, making sure he could see the label clearly. “Y/N-”

The breakdown of the evening bought tears to your eyes. You shouldn’t have to spend your anniversary explaining the attempts you tried at making it special. “This food is a recreation of everything we had at the restaurant you asked me to be your girlfriend at, and this hoodie that you think is someone else’s clothes?” you stormed over to it and ignored the hand Jack put out for you as your voice cracked. “I was able to get another ear X-tacy hoodie that’s your size and you can wear around besides your other one.”

“Baby,” he breathed out, looking at the mess he caused and the home you made. The tears in your eyes were a greater punishment than he ever thought he’d be subjected to. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt? Made a fool of myself trying to figure out if you had anything special planned? How I sat at this table so long my ass hurt just for you to come in and yell at me like I’m some good for nothing fling? I have been here for three damn years trying to express how much I love you over and over, then you have the nerve to ask me if- if I cheated on you?”

“Y/N, please don’t cry. I was an idiot, I'm sorry. Happy anniversary, baby. I’ll make it up to you, I swear to God I will.”

“I wasn’t asking for much, I wasn’t expecting much. I just wanted you to pretend you care even a little bit. Just the slightest bit of reciprocation, Jack, and you couldn’t even look at the calendar and give it to me.” you muttered; eyes narrowed in genuine disappointment.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“I don’t think you can give it to me.” you murmured and Jack grabbed your hands before you could walk away, getting on his knees before you and staring up at you.

“What is it that you want? Anything.”

“I want a boyfriend that can make a little bit of time for me every once in a while. I want a boyfriend who doesn’t automatically jump to conclusions. A boyfriend who looks and thinks that maybe his girlfriend loves him enough to do something like this for him. A boyfriend that trusts and loves me.”

“I can give you that, Y/N. I don’t know why I haven’t already.” he said, squeezing your hands as you looked down at him. “I don’t want you to hurt like this because of me. You’ve given me the best three years of my life, seriously. I owe you that.”

“You swear?”

“Yes, I swear. Tell me where to start.” he stood back up and kept your hands in his.

You took a deep breath and backed away from him, opening the linen closet to pull out a blanket and pillow. “You can start on the couch.”

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@whoreforharlow

[kybabi]

reacting to their s/o falling asleep on someone else

w/ kenma, ushijima, and bokuto!

part 2!

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(a/n: here is the second part of this prompt!!

quick reminder that these are written in the characters’ respective teams! this is a quick lil drabble i wrote and its not very long but i hope you enjoy hehe)

kenma

kenma was not looking forward to going on a run with you this morning, but you forced him to anyway

going on some weird shit about needing to stay in shape or something

but while the two of you were running, he tripped on a pebble and landed right on his face

and when he came up, there was a funny looking red mark on his face

as much as you tried to keep it in, you just couldn’t take it anymore and bust out, hysterically laughing

he just rolled his eyes at you and walked the rest of the way home

but then he ignored you at school the entire day

you thought, “he can’t be that mad???”

but even when the team hung out at his house that night, he wouldn’t talk to you

when you first arrived, you didn’t expect the movie to be so boring.

but now, it’s only half an hour through, and you can feel yourself nodding off slowly.

you’ve been trying to pay attention, you really have, but it’s been a long day and you’re trying with everything you have not to completely pass out. kenma’s sitting right next to you, though he still isn’t speaking to you.

your boyfriend has been so petulant and childish all day. so what, you laughed at him! anyone would do that. right?

even so, while you’re pretty sure he’s just being petty, you also want to cuddle, and he’s not budging.

but as the forty-minute mark hits, you finally succumb to sleep, and flop over into his lap. he sighs, rolls his eyes, and picks you back up, putting you upright. you hum and fall back into him, to which he shoves you back up, and you look up at him with puppy eyes.

“kenma, i wanna cuddle.”

he side-eyes you for a minute before shrugging.

“should’ve thought about that before you laughed at me this morning.” there’s satire in his tone, but you’re getting tired of his pettiness. you just want to sleep.

“please?” you whine, tugging at his sweatshirt. he scoffs.

“if you wanna cuddle with someone, why don’t you cuddle with lev instead?” he suggests, monotone, full well knowing you won’t. he knows you’ll keep begging him until he relents, but he thinks it’d be a little fun to watch you plead for a little more.

but what he doesn’t expect is for you to grunt petulantly and move over to your other side before plopping into lev’s lap and resting your head on his chest.

lev grunts softly in surprise, turning red. he looks over to kenma, who is fuming. he looks back at you, and then back at him, and shrugs.

to be completely honest, kenma had wanted to see how you’d react to him ignoring you for the entire day. but seeing the way lev’s long limbs drape over you, the way you look comfortable situated on his lap, he decides the end result was probably not worth it.

kenma glares at you, but you don’t sense his eyes on you. instead, you snuggle into the fabric of lev’s shirt, snoring softly.

then lev pats at your head gently and kenma thinks he’s had enough, so he scoots over, scoops you up, and puts you in his own lap instead. you moan softly.

“smell nice,” you mumble, inhaling his scent in the sweatshirt he’s wearing. he scoffs.

“you’re terrible, you know that?”

“you love me.”

he pauses, looking away, cheeks heating up.

“...yeah. whatever.”

ushijima

ushi invited the adlers over to hang out at your shared apartment tonight

but he was still being passive aggressive at you for what happened this morning

essentially, you’d both gone grocery shopping

but you wouldn’t let him get that one bag of chips he liked, because you already had like,, 6 of them at home

this is how the conversation went:

“toshi, we have those at home.”

“not very many. it wouldn’t hurt to get more.”

“babe, we don’t need it!”

“but if i’m paying for it, don’t you think i should be allowed to purchase them?”

“toshi, i’m not going to let you buy them. we have too many at home!”

you pulled him away from the aisle and he sulked the entire way home

he’s still mad at you tho😐

it’s been at least an hour, and you still don’t understand the game at all.

no matter how many times you’ll watch the boys take their turns, it still doesn’t make any sense.

you’d scrolled through your phone for a bit, but even that got boring, and now you’re just getting sleepy. even with how loud they are, you can feel yourself growing tired.

very slowly, their voices start to grow distant, and your eyes start to close.

no longer able to hold yourself up, you finally slump over into your boyfriend’s lap. but immediately after, he’s picking you up and moving you back over.

you whine sleepily. “toshi, wanna sleep.”

he pretends to be engrossed in the game.

“not now, y/n.”

you ignore him anyway and fall right back into his lap, to which he picks you right back up and sitting you back down. you glare at him.

“sleep somewhere else,” he mutters, not looking at you.

you sigh dejectedly, and look around. all the boys are contributing their own attention to the game, except for kageyama, who is checking something on his phone. you decide you’ll sit by him.

you scoot over to his side and slip into the space between his arm and his side, fitting into his presence nicely. you snuggle into him and resume your sleep, and he looks down at you, confused. then he looks up to see ushijima, who doesn’t look very happy at the sight.

the two of them exchange looks stoically, kageyama’s of confusion and wakatoshi’s of jealousy. kageyama shrugs and looks back down at his phone.

no longer paying attention to the game, toshi grunts petulantly. he observes the way your face is completely obscured by kageyama’s sweatshirt, nose buried in the fabric. he shifts uncomfortably. you should be with him instead.

but his pride butts into his thoughts, so he attempts to focus on the game instead. but then you’re moaning softly in your sleep against tobio, and with his pride forgotten, he crawls over to where you’re sitting and takes you out from under kageyama’s arm. he sits in his seat and lays you on his chest, grunting softly.

“toshi?” you blink, looking up at him. “i thought you were mad at me.”

he refuses to look at you, making a noise that’s more like a reluctant grunt than a response, cheeks heating up slightly.

“you have to buy me more chips.”

you laugh.

“okay, toshi.”

bokuto

um🧍🏻‍♀️

you thought it would be a lil bit funny to prank bokuto, wanting to see if he’d react the way you predicted

so you walked up to him and asked him a question

“hey bo, why can’t you spike like sakusa?”

his hair, just fluffed up excitedly at the prospect of you asking him a question about his volleyball skills, deflated sadly

his shoulders drooped dejectedly

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?”

when you explained that it was a prank, he huffed childishly, crossing his arms and turning away

“kou, i was just kidding!”

“suuure.”

but when lunch rolled around, and the MSBY boys were over for some team bonding, he was still ignoring you😐

“wanna cuddle?” you offer to your boyfriend, who is sitting next to you on the couch. you’re all swaddled up in his clothes, and while the sight is adorable, he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad at you. he scoffs and turns away.

you sigh. he’s still in his mood?

so instead you just decide you’ll sit next to him for the time being. hinata and atsumu are sitting on the floor, playing some type of childish game to decide who gets the last bun, and you laugh, taking it in.

but all that food you’d eaten just half an hour ago was enough to make you sleepy, and you feel as though you could slip into a food coma at any second.

at some point, you just don’t have it in you to stay awake, and topple over into bokuto’s lap, already half asleep. he blinks at your figure before pushing you back up onto your side of the couch.

ignoring his gesture, you slip back into his lap, situating yourself comfortably, before he pulls you back up into sitting.

you rub at your eyes. “bo,” you mumble. “just this once?” you plead. he huffs.

“why don’t you go and snuggle with sakusa instead? since he’s ‘so great,’” he mumbles childishly, imitating your voice whinily. you scoff.

“fine,” you mutter, getting up and moving onto the other couch, where sakusa is sitting alone. you sit down next to him and then lay your head in his lap, closing your eyes peacefully. kiyoomi is barely phased, looking up at bokuto for a second before returning to his phone.

bokuto squirms jealously, wanting to stomp around and throw a tantrum. you just look so cute and warm and soft but you’re in SAKUSA’S lap?! how rude.

to think just this morning you had compared him, your own boyfriend, to sakusa, and now you’re cuddling him? koutaro glares at you, but you don’t see it.

so like he’s been doing this whole time, he turns his nose up away from you and pretends not to care. but out of the corner of his eye, he sees sakusa lay a hand on your cheek, moving your hair out of your face and away from your mouth, and gets up without thinking.

“hey, get someone of your own before stealing mine!” he complains, scooping you up out of sakusa’s lap and cradling you gently. sakusa just exhales, looking up at bokuto and shrugging.

koutaro sits you down on his lap, holding you tightly against his chest. he can feel your chest inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, and you stir.

“thought you didn’t wanna cuddle,” you tease, poking at his face. he hmphs and pokes you right back.

“you’re so mean to me.”

you giggle, resting your head right back on his chest.

“yeah. i know.”

[asgardwinter]

White Flag (4)

summary | You'd always want to keep her safe and she’d always want to be there for you. It was as simple as it sounded and more complicated than anything could ever be.

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pairing | Kate Bishop x Villain!Reader

warnings | angst, way more shooting than i intended, wounds and bruises, fire, the fluffy and soft ending we all deserve, chaotic enemies to chaotic lovers and sort of chaotic heroes (don’t ask me)

word count | 2k

author’s note | so, this is sort of the last one (we will have a fluffy epilogue because i need it!!), but i hope you enjoy it, lovies <3 i’m having the most fun writing this series! also sorry, because i really didn’t mean to write half of the mess in this, it just wrote itself :)

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The threat of your old life — could you even call it “old” when it was only two weeks? — was still looming upon your head as you went to a cafe with Kate one morning.

It became sort of a routine for the two of you.

After that night at her apartment you woke up together in the same bed, falling asleep in the middle of a weird conversation that was somewhere between what was the best ice-cream flavor and which weapon was the best to use — a bow or a gun. That morning, the two of you ended up in the old cafe near her building and the next day you “accidentally” met there too.

Then it became a scheduled accident.

Kate promised to help you to get out of your old ways and, in return, you kept trying to help her in her "hero business" just to make sure she didn’t kill herself by running in a room full of tracksuits or something, or at least that’s what you told her.

You enjoyed staying around her and helping, it gave a better feeling than you were used to with your previous night activities.

But the whole hero/vigilante thing was really a lot to think of. Going out almost every night of everyday and never really having some time off was not what you liked the most about your new occupation.

Damn, you were never one of those supervillains with nothing to do except from making people’s lives more complicated, you were only doing your job about two or three days a week and with a huge payment. But you pushed yourself to follow Kate, to try and make her proud of you — not like you’d say it out loud.

All that while trying to find something you could do to pay the rent and buy minimal food since your saved resources were getting…scarce.

And that was your first mistake.

When the Sun was bidding goodbye you heard the knocks on your door, knowing it’d be Kate.

You smiled softly, stretching yourself before going to open the door for her.

If you had looked through the peephole just like you were used to you wouldn’t be in that situation. Now all you could do was raise your hands to the sides of your head and take a step back away from the door.

You opened the door to find a gun pointed at your head and a strange man on the other side of the weapon. From his postura and the slightly aggressive behavior you assume he was a mercenary, probably a rival.

Or maybe hired by someone who wished you gone, who thought you knew too much.

The last one was more likely to be true.

“Don’t move.” He warned you, the low noise of the gun clicking made chills run up your spine. You needed to do something. “I guess we have some business to do right now.”

Anything.

“Only one?” Mocking was your first instinct.

A million forms to escape the situation started trying to take shape in your head until you selected the best one — or the least worst.

“Well, if my logic is right, whoever is your employer right now came to me first…” You trailed off, a smirk in your lips to try to back up the teasing words.

“I guess it is just enough to take someone like you down, don’t you think?”

Cocky bastard.

“And yet here you stand here, at gunpoint.”

Dramatic style, what a nightmare.

But he missed the door, your most obvious way out of it.

“That’s funny, don’t you think?” Your left feet moved very slowly while you talked.

The smile and calm demeanor you faked were doing their job perfectly, making him get nervous and look around the hall carefully in search of anything you could use as a weapon against him.

You slammed it closed and ran as fast as you could across the small apartment to get to your room and escape through the window. A master plan.

The door was open again as you jumped the sofa and entered your bedroom, your enemy opening fire immediately as you slided to the floor and kicked the door closed.

You thanked your paranoiac ass for the gun in your bedside table, it was quickly grabbed just as were the clips. Always keep at least one weapon hidden inside each room.

Quietly dragging yourself through the floor away from the door, you faced the open window that led to the fire escape you planned to use and climb down the building. As much as your house was prepared for an attack the walls were far from bulletproof, and the way you could see the marks on the door and the wall to your back make you certain they would soon have more holes one could count.

The thought that Kate was still going to come to your house made its way into your chaotic brain, not the best time. You could just hope she’d stay away from this wreckage even if you knew her better than that.

You had to get rid of that mess before she could get there.

Placed on a strategic place on the firescape, right outside of the room, you used the strongest wall in the apartment — the building brick one — as a shield. You pointed the gun at the door, just waiting for the shooter to get inside the room to check if you were alive.

In the very moment the door was kicked you shot.

Once.

Twice.

And more.

You only stopped with the click of the emptied clip and braced yourself against the window as the shots started to come back at you.

You recharged your own gun just waiting for him to run out of bullets.

That was your chance.

You had seconds to curl on the ground outside the room before the explosion and you had no idea if you should thank Kate Bishop for getting into the situation or curse everyone.

You got up ready to empty the gun again on him. And then an arrow flew through the door and landed on his feet.

A very familiar one.

You only wanted to know if she was okay.

The heat from the explosion came from the window and burned your skin already bruised by the brick wall that was really shaken by the whole "boom!". There was a lot of smoke and an insistent fire on your sheets and carpet.

You got up coughing, trying to see her through the smoke, to know if everything was calculated by Kate or if it had backfired in some way.

The shock in your own face as you saw an unharmed Kate carrying the unconscious shooter out of the room was quickly replaced by relief.

“Are you okay?” She shouted, worried about your situation.

In exception to the pain on your side that was near the explosion, your slight temporary deaf ear and a very angry gash in your forearm that she could not see, you were fine. So you signalized her with a thumbs up, a bit too fast for your muscles enjoyment. “I’ll go down from the outside! I can’t go throw the fire.” You told her.

“I’ll meet you downstairs!”

Your pain was forgotten as you looked to the side, to the windows, and remembered you had neighbors. Whole families on the apartments to the side and above you.

What was Kate Bishop doing to you?

Her eye roll was almost predictable. “Only if you stay.” The soft smile on her face was everything, you could even forget the fire spreading around you both until her eyes widened. “Safe, I mean! Stay safe. You really shouldn’t stay here. Not...”

“Kate!” You shouted, making her turn confused. You wouldn’t tell her about your choice of climbing up the firescape and warning all the others, she had to be safe on the ground. “Stay safe, okay?”

“I get it. Now go!”

…

Kate went upstairs after you took more than ten minutes to meet her down there.

That’s the problem with… loving a hero, and a damn good hero. You couldn’t guarantee she was safe.

You couldn’t blame her if you were being rational because you’d do the same if she took too much time to simply climb down four floors, but you wanted Kate out of there since the fire was spreading.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked Kate as you almost ran over her running through the sixth floor corridor.

“You didn’t come back so I decided to come and meet you.”

“Why? I was just getting there.” You continued to knock on the doors and shout about the fire, anything that could get people out.

“You’re two floors above yours!”

“I’m warning everyone, okay? They had no idea the building was on fire and we couldn’t…" You took a deep breath. "I couldn’t leave them here.”

Kate’s smile was so bright as your words started to make sense to her. “So I’ll help you.”

As you turned to the opposite sides to cover more area as fast as you could, Kate grabbed your forearm — your hurt forearm — and you let out a yelp.

There was no way you could convince her to go back on the street so you only smiled back at her. “Let’s go then.”

Your hand came to rest on her cheek and you lightly pulled near you, kissing Kate at last.

“What happened? What did I do?” She asked so worried about it, carefully inspecting your jacket but you decided to distract her.

Of course, the distraction was the only thing in your mind.

And for those seconds the world seemed to fade away, the fire wasn’t happening, for as much cliché it sounded. You wished that it never ended, enjoying how soft her lips felt against yours and how her hands came to rest on the nape of your neck, very carefully after what just happened.

It felt like heaven in the middle of that hell you were trapped in. A breath of fresh air.

You were the one to break the kiss, resting your forehead against her before saying something you had wanted to say for a long time.

“I really fucking care about you, Kate Bishop.” You whispered, a laugh escaping your lips in disbelief of what you just confessed. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?”

Before she could say or do anything besides a small nod, you ran through the corridor, shouting and knocking on doors again.

Kate stood there for a second before doing the same on the other side, a smile lingering as she reached the stairs.

…

“You only kissed me to distract me from a wound?” Kate looked at you wide eyed as the paramedic took care of your forearm, and your forehead, and your shoulder, and your leg... All light wounds — or something like that according to him. You'd live and the hearing was starting to come back already.

“No, I used it as a reason.” You confessed, laughing at her cute pout. “I’ve been meaning to do it for some time, all I needed was the right motive.”

“You don’t need a motive. You know that, right?” Kate sat closer to you on the back of the ambulance as the paramedic turned to another person.

“Good to know.” You reached for her hand and squeezed it playfully.

It wasn’t really something you did intentionally, but your head rested on her shoulder, eyes closing to enjoy the feel of closeness, how the mess around you simply disappeared.

“I really care about you too.” Kate said out of the blue.

You lifted your head, looking at her with bright eyes.

She also cared about you.

The kiss you laid on her lips was completely predictable, and the way you didn’t want to walk away too soon was expected. But you didn’t need to break it, there was no immediate fire to take care of.

For the first time you felt like you had all the time in the world.

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[wizkiddx]

your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he��d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

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You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

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a/n: another fluffy chapter! i loved making these because obito is such a sweetheart to me. i hope you all enjoy! 🤍

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, fluff, mentions of sneaking out (?), wholesome content

The Beach: Chapter Twelve

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1:37 A.M.

Your eyes felt so heavy. You felt like you could honestly fall asleep at any moment, but you forced yourself to keep your eyes open for as long as you could.

God, you were going to regret this tomorrow morning. If only you took the time earlier in the day to study, but you completely forgot because of how exhausted you were from the previous night before.

It wasn’t weird for you to be staying up this late. You had pretty much stayed up all the time like this, and you always did it your freshman year. Sadly, you didn’t make up for that mistake since you’re doing it again now. You had to remind yourself to go and get hit by a bus if you do it again. You shouldn’t be doing it, but you just can’t help yourself.

Konan was already fast asleep in her bed. Her classes are earlier in the morning than yours, and she wasn’t as stressed with her midterms as you were. She was an English major after all.

You really wanted to call it a night, but there was so much information you needed to know before this test. If you didn’t learn it, then you wouldn’t get a good grade in the class. Curse your damn professor for making the test about things you learned early in the semester. It all sucked, and you wanted to skip this time of your life.

The stress of this semester was huge. You didn’t know it’d hit you this hard, but it’s not like you could slack. You only had one B, and you wanted to raise that grade.

You stared blankly at your notes. Each time you blinked, you could feel your eyes slowly closing and wanting to remain shut. You tried to make sure you didn’t pass out, and you would often shake yourself awake, but your body had different plans.

You let your eyelids fall shut. You were drifting slowly towards sleep. It was almost like you were falling, and you couldn’t stop yourself from going to sleep.

Ding!

Your eyes opened instantly, your heart beating quickly inside your chest. The notification from your phone startled you, and you practically almost flew out of your bed. You wondered who was texting you at this hour. Was Konan awake or something? Did she get woken up by you?

Reaching over to your bedside table, you grabbed your phone which was charging. The screen lit up instantly, displaying that only five minutes have gone by. It felt like time was dragging, and things were going by so slowly.

What surprised you the most, though, was the fact that Obito had texted you. You were surprised that he was up late, but you didn’t expect anything less from him. There were times he’d text you in the middle of the night while he played video games, or rambled about basketball. You’d honestly consider him to be a night owl.

Your tired eyes read the message over a few times.

Obito: you up?

You sighed, taking your phone off the charger. You didn’t want to ignore him. There was that chance he had something interesting to say, and you needed to stay awake. Obito was an entertaining person to say the least, and you enjoyed talking to him.

You: yep 😭, i’m up studying

Within seconds, he read the message and he began to text you back.

Obito: damnnn 😭 i was gonna ask you something if you’re up for it

This definitely piqued your interest. You hoped he didn’t want to hook up. You were exhausted, and any kind of sex would leave you sleeping at his place tonight. You hoped he had something good in mind instead of that.

You: okay, spill

For a couple of seconds, the text bubble kept disappearing and coming back. It was like he was backing up his words, or rephrasing the sentence or something. You just wanted to know before you went to sleep.

Obito: i was wondering if you wanted to go and get something to eat? i’m starving right now, and food relieves stress! so if you’re up for it, i can come pick you up

You stared at the message and began thinking about what to say. Would it be a good idea to go out right now?

It was really late, and you had school tomorrow. You might regret it and possibly miss your class, but then again, you hadn’t eaten much all day. The last time you had a good meal was when Obito brought you food a couple days prior. Plus, your stomach was rumbling as you thought about food.

You were tired, so maybe leaving for a bit would help you feel less stressed. You also would get some decent food while you’re at it.

You: sure! let me change really quick

He opened it as soon as you sent the message, and he started typing again.

Obito: cool! i’ll be on my way in a few :)

You clicked your phone off and removed the blankets off your lower half. You figured you’d wear something simple. You probably were going to get something quick, and Obito wasn’t the type to judge you either. He’s seen pretty much every part of you, so it didn’t matter.

You went to your dresser. You looked around the clothes you had. You decided to go with some shorts and a loose shirt. It was pretty warm during the evenings, so you’d rather be comfortable.

You tossed off your sleeping shirt and put on the one you picked out. You also decided to spray on some perfume while you were at it. You usually didn’t do this, but it was something you naturally did throughout the day. Plus, why miss an opportunity to wear perfume? Obito liked it, so why not?

You also decided to text Konan. You knew she wasn’t awake, but you didn’t want to wake her up. She’d probably claw at you like some bear, and you weren’t trying to anger her.

But, you didn’t want a repeat of what happened at the first party. She’d kill you if you did that again.

You took a second to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked like your usual self, but just a bit tired. Obito was probably going to make fun of you, but it was his nature. You’d probably make fun of yourself if you were being honest. Staying up late would make anyone raise an eyebrow.

Hearing your phone vibrate, you grabbed it off of your bedside table. The screen lit up your face, and you saw the text from Obito.

Obito: i’m here!

You shoved your phone in your back pocket. You made sure to turn your lamp off, and to leave the apartment as quiet as possible.

You opened the door to your room as slowly as you could. You poked your head out into the hallway to see if Konan was awake, but you could see that her room was dark and the door was shut. You hoped she wouldn’t wake up and question what you were doing.

You stepped out into the hallway, closing your bedroom door as softly as possible.

It was quiet in the apartment. The only sound that could be heard was the air conditioner blowing cool air around the rooms. You could practically hear a pin drop.

You tiptoed your way towards the front door. You grabbed your apartment key off of the key ring beside the door. You also took the moment to slip into your shoes.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face the front door. You placed your hand on the cold knob, unlocking the handle. You also reached over to turn the other lock, so the door was now unlocked. You knew this would be somewhat difficult, considering your front door was kind of loud.

You could feel your heart racing, but you had to get out sooner or later. Obito would be waiting, and you didn’t want him thinking that you were ditching him or blowing him off.

You turned the doorknob and began to slowly pull it open. The door let out a squeak as you pulled it closer towards you. You cringed as the noise echoed inside your empty apartment. If that didn’t wake Konan, she’d definitely be able to sleep through the fire alarm.

There was just enough space for you to slip out. You quickly stepped out into the hallway, and pulled the door shut.

You let out a breath of relief. You couldn’t believe you got out that quickly. Next time, you’d have to do this during the day. You weren’t exactly an expert when it came to sneaking out.

You slid the key into the locks of your door. You made sure they were locked before walking away from your apartment. You hoped Obito wouldn’t be upset that you took a while. You’d feel bad if he felt like you didn’t want to hang out with him, or that you were stalling on purpose.

You walked to the exit of your apartment building. You could see Obito sitting in his black car. He looked like he was on his phone. He seemed interested in whatever he was looking at.

You pulled on the door handle which got his attention. You felt the click of the lock, and you pulled the door open.

You got into his car. The smell of his cologne was heavy around it. He must have gotten the same idea you did. There was always something about cologne and perfume that mixed well for you.

“Hey.. you ready to go?” he turned his head to look at you.

You shifted around in the seat to get comfortable. “Yeah! Let’s go,” you pulled the seatbelt from behind you.

Obito put his car into drive and began to drive away from your apartment building.

It was a very quiet and clear night. The air was warm, but it wasn’t very hot. It was comfortable, and you weren’t a sweating mess. There wasn’t a single cloud in the darkened sky, and the moon was in the shape of a crescent; showing that it was waxing at the moment.

With it being late, there weren’t many cars out on the road. It felt like it was just you and Obito out there on your own.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence between you. “So, how has your studying been going?” he looked at you for a brief moment.

You played with the fabric of your shorts. “It’s been going okay.. I’m just tired all of the time,” you smiled softly at him.

Obito chuckled at your response. He couldn’t believe you took studying that seriously. He wasn’t underestimating you, but not many people your age took studying that serious. He couldn’t judge you though, because he was that kid at one point in his life.

“Well.. maybe this food will wake you up. I know when I eat, all of my energy comes back,” he looked towards the road in front of him.

You looked out the window, staring at the lights as you passed them. “I hope so.. I almost fell asleep when you texted me. If it wasn’t for you, I would have been knocked out right now,” you laughed, shaking your head.

Obito slowed down at the red light. He then turned his head to look at you. You did the same, and you stared at him.

The red glow on his skin made him look attractive. It looked like you two were in a room with those red LED lights Konan has. It was kind of hot, but you couldn’t let those thoughts get to you right now.

“Oh, yeah? You should be thanking me then,” he shrugged his shoulders.

You raised your eyebrow at his response. “Really? I should?” you nodded your head to the side.

He had this cocky look on his features. “Yeah, you should! I helped you stay awake and no drool on your notebooks,” he raised his hand to tap your cheek.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I guess you have a point..” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Obito laughed through his nose before looking back at the road. He then continued driving, and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

As he drove, you wondered where he was taking you. He hadn’t really told you where he wanted to go to eat. You also knew that there weren’t any fast food restaurants around town that were still open, so what place was still open for people? You hoped he wasn’t taking you out for breakfast, because that idea made your stomach queasy.

You leaned your head against the window, looking outside of it again.

You then snapped your head up when you saw Obito turn into a parking lot. You saw him pull into this diner. There were a few cars parked around the lot, and you could faintly see a few people inside.

“A diner?” you said, “That’s where we’re going to eat?”

Obito looked at you as he pulled into the parking spot right outside the door. “Yeah, they have bomb food, so trust me when I tell you that it’s worth it,” he put the car in park.

You took off your seatbelt as Obito turned the car off. The two of you then got out. The warm air wrapping around your skin.

You came beside Obito on the walkway that led into the diner. You trailed behind him, and watched him open the door for you. It was a nice act of kindness, and at least he wasn’t a dick who made you open the door for him. You definitely considered him a gentleman in some ways.

Obito came to your side and nodded his head so you could follow him. He led you down this small walkway where you could sit. He plopped down in a booth beside the window, and you did the same.

You could smell the aroma of burgers and French fries around the diner. Your stomach grumbled, so you knew coming here was a good idea.

A waitress came over to the two of you. She placed two menus in front of you, and took out her notepad. “Hi guys! I’m Candy, could I get you guys started with anything to drink?” she looked between the two of you curiously.

You looked down at the menu. You figured you’d go with something simple. “Um, a Sprite would be great,” you smiled softly.

She wrote down your order, then looked at Obito. He looked up from his menu to respond. “I’ll go with a water,” he flipped his menu to look at the other side.

Candy smiled at the two of you. “Sounds great! I’ll be back with your drinks,” she smiled before walking away from your table.

You looked at Obito then down at your menu. You didn’t know what to get. There was a huge variety of food you could pick from, so you were unsure. Plus, you hadn’t been to this place before, so you didn’t know the food like Obito did.

You saw a variation of burgers, hot dogs, sandwiches, milkshakes, and you even saw a few breakfast items. It was also slightly cheap, which you’d expect from a diner.

You raised your head to look at the environment you were in. There were a couple of people sitting on the stools, or sitting in booths. There was a small jukebox near the far end of the walkway, and a LED sign was hanging near the window to display they were open for 24 hours.

It seemed like a nice and chill place for someone to grab a bite to eat. There weren’t many people, and it was quiet. It wasn’t too much for you.

“Have you decided what you want to eat?”

You snapped your head towards Obito. He had his eyebrows raised, and he was resting his cheek against his palm.

Your eyes flickered towards the menu on the table. “Honestly..” you laughed, “I don’t know what to get,”

He let out a laugh through his nose. He then pointed at the fries section of the menu. “You should get the small loaded fries. They’re small and they are bomb as fuck,” he looked at you as he spoke.

You thought about it for a second. You did have a soft spot for fries. They were practically your favorite food.

“Okay, yeah! I’ll get the fries,” you gave him a smile.

Obito leaned against the seat. He had this soft grin on his face that was kind of cute.

You took in his appearance while you could. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt. You could faintly see the outline of his muscles through it if you squinted. He also had this bracelet that was wrapped around his wrist.

It was a black one. It was tied around a thread, and it honestly fit him really well. You hadn’t seen him wear it before, but you weren’t going to complain.

“See something you like?”

You blinked as your thoughts were broken up by Obito. He had this smirk on his face, and it made your cheeks burn.

“Sorry! I got lost in my thoughts,” you shook your head.

He sat up, leaning his elbows on the table. “Oh, really? You care to enlighten me on those thoughts?” he raised his eyebrows with curiosity in his eyes.

You could hear the seduction in his voice. You looked away from him as you felt flustered. “There’s nothing in my thoughts that interests you,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

Obito laughed, “You don’t gotta be so shy.. you can look at me when you talk,”

Your face turned hot once again. You weren’t being shy, it was just what he said made you feel butterflies. He had this way of talking to you that set your body ablaze. You couldn’t resist the way he talked to you.

You then turned your head to look at him. “Better?” you cocked your head to the side.

“A lot better.. I like seeing your pretty face,” he reached forward, brushing his fingertips against your cheek.

You felt those same tingles that came every time he touched you forming on your cheek. It made your body feel relaxed, and you were so enveloped into him.

Maybe.. this wasn’t so bad?

-

“Ugh.. God..”

You were groaning as you felt how full your stomach was. You didn’t think those fries would be very filling, but they were. You also underestimated how much you could eat. You practically ate the whole plate, and you were regretting it.

You could feel yourself wanting to explode. You couldn’t even think of food without getting nauseated.

Obito had slipped away to the bathroom. You were currently waiting for him to come back so he could drive you home. You hoped he would come back soon, because you wanted to fall asleep now. You were practically setting the scene for a food coma.

“Those fries. really got you, huh?”

You lifted your head to see Obito standing beside you. He had this curious look on his face.

“Yes! Can we go..?” you laid your head down on your arms.

He nodded, “Yep, c’mon,”

You took a deep breath before standing up. You were definitely going to pass out in the car before you got home. Maybe you’d plan a little sleepover with Obito sometime, just in case things like this happen again.

As you headed towards the door, you wondered how you were going to pay. You didn’t bring your card, and the waitress never came back to grab it. Was Obito walking out without paying? You hoped he didn’t forget, because you weren’t trying to be an asshole. Candy was very sweet to the two of you.

“Obito?”

Your voice caught his attention, causing him to turn around. “Yeah? Is something wrong? Don’t tell me you’re going to barf,” he looked alarmed for a second.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m not gonna barf, but I was going to ask,” you replied, “How are we paying?”

His face changed to a smile. “I slipped away and gave my card to the waitress. I’d never leave a restaurant without paying, (Y/N),” he chuckled.

You let out a sigh of relief. For a good minute, you thought you two were going to look like the worst people on the planet. After all, your parents taught you that you should always tip waitresses. Your mother was once one of those people.

“Oh, okay, good,” you laughed.

Obito pushed open the door to the restaurant. He held it open for you as you walked through it. You saw a few cars passing by on the road. A few were coming into the parking lot. It was already almost two thirty in the morning.

You saw Obito take his car keys out of his pocket. He pressed the button, causing his horn to beep. You couldn’t wait to get back home. You were so tired, and you needed to get some rest. Though, you’d probably only catch a few hours since you wake up fairly early.

You didn’t regret it though, because tonight was very worth it.

You pulled open the door to his car. You quickly got inside and shifted around to get comfortable. You watched Obito get in on the other side. His cologne was still lingering around the car.

“Thank you.. for tonight,” you looked over at him, breaking the silence.

Obito put the key into the ignition. “Of course, I needed to get out anyway,” he said, “And besides.. it was nice seeing you tonight,”

You smiled, he sounded so genuine with his words. It was something about Obito you liked. He always said things that made you feel.. comfortable? You never had to worry about if he was lying to you.

You had the realization that tonight was already almost over. You probably wouldn’t see him for another couple days because of your exams, and that feeling killed your mood. You didn’t want the night to end, but it wasn’t like the two of you had much choice. You both had class tomorrow, and skipping was not an option.

You just wished you could spend a little more time with him.

You turned to pull your seatbelt over your body. “Yeah.. it was nice seeing you too,” you looked at him as you clicked your seatbelt in.

Obito started the car, the engine rumbling as it started. He then looked at you. There was this look in his eyes that screamed that he wanted to make a move. It seemed like he was searching for the right one to make.

You locked eyes, that second you looked into his dark eyes made you feel something. It was different, it wasn’t something you’ve felt before.

He then leaned in, his lips brushed over yours, and within seconds they connected. A gentle kiss was shared between you. You faintly tasted the salt on his tongue, but it didn’t matter. The kiss you had made something spark inside of you.

You pulled away, looking at him through your lashes. “We should.. get going,” you giggled, running your fingers on his jaw.

Obito chuckled, he then pecked your lips one more time before adjusting himself in the driver's seat. “You have a point,” he put his seatbelt on, placing his hands on the wheel.

You looked down at your legs, then outside the window. You had this smile that wouldn’t disappear. It was contagious, and it made your cheeks hurt.

If only this night could last forever.

[mrsbrekkers]

Hi! How are you?

Could I get a Kaz Brekker imagine where he opens up to the reader after a job about his past and the next day he tells her it was a mistake and a lapse of judgement, quite harshly. And then the reader gets hurt after a heist and he realises how much he actually needs her.

Thank you <3

i’m doing pretty good! first kaz fic tehe, i’ve been waiting to do kaz brekker one-shots since i read the books. he is v much a comfort character. i understand his aversion to physical touch ( i have panic attacks at times because of so ), his humor, and inner dialogue so he is v dear and near to my heart yeeee

i switched up the next day bit and did it as the same time since it made more sense to me?? i’m not sure how to explain it haha

pairings! kaz x reader / jesper x wylan + nina x matthias ( with inej third wheeling because she’d so do so. ) 

reader is female in this, but i can make it non-gender specific if one would like me too! just let me know i’m very flexible in my writing!

warnings! talking about jordie, ptsd, trauma, talk of death, loss of a brother + mother, swear words, kaz being sad, panic attacks, blood, near death experience, pekka a-hole rollins,

word count; 2610 ( proud again haha )

one-shot under cut!

COMPANIONABLE SILENCE

The Slat had become uncharacteristically quiet. A successful heist on part of the Crows made for easy celebration amongst the Dregs. Most sat gambling at the Crow Club, drinking the night away. Jesper had been having a weirdly lucky night, the money in front of him displaying such. Wylan had been on Jesper’s leg the entire night, and the occasional ‘This is my lucky charm’ could be heard from Jesper. Inej and Nina sat drinking together, Matthias looking like an unwilling bystander to the girls' fun. And yet, Y/N found herself back at the Slat after the long day. Her back screamed at her to call it a night, but instead, she found herself in front of Kaz’s door.

It was a routine the two had when they were the only ones at the Slat. Y/N would sit on the bed, head in a book, and Kaz would sit quietly at his desk planning whatever it was Kaz Brekker decided to plan. It seemed the same tonight, with Y/N quietly reading, until her head lifted to see Kaz rubbing his eyes.

“You need to get more sleep. The amount you manage is minimal. I’m surprised you’re not dead yet,” Y/N commented, her book falling into her lap, the page she’d left off on now folded at the corner. It surprised her how Kaz managed to live off of his, if lucky, two hours of sleep. She’d never understand it. Granted, she slept less than the suggested as well, but she always made up for it with at least a nap during the day.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” 

That might be sooner than you think at this rate. But Y/N wouldn’t take that for an answer. She wasn’t usually a pushy person, especially with Kaz Brekker. She’d learned being pushy with him was never a good idea, considering the amount of people who did were left with a ruined reputation and nothing to live with.

“Sleeping when you’re dead isn’t an option in Ketterdam. Even when you’re dead here, you’re really not. Especially when people know of you. And last time I checked, the entire city knows you, and half of it wants your head on a silver platter. I’m actually sure people outside of the city know you, and may want the same,” Y/N said, standing and moving over to the wooden desk, sitting across from Kaz. Her eyes landed on the work Kaz worked on, seeing another heist plan he was drawing out.

Kaz wasn’t going to give in easily, anyone who knew him knew he was stubborn. One of the most stubborn people who lived in Ketterdam, but he knew what Y/N was saying held some truth in it. One was never truly dead in Ketterdam. He suspected people would dig up his body to hand over to Pekka Rollins - no, he wouldn’t die before Pekka Rollins did, that was a promise he’d made himself after Jordie. Brick by Brick. He couldn’t pull Rollins apart if he was dead. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t dead yet: his vigor to destroy the man who’d killed his brother. But he did suspect that when he, Kaz Brekker, was dead, he’d never truly be dead.

“Even so, I have things to do, plans to make-”

“At 1 in the morning? I’m sure such plans aren’t going to disappear overnight.” Being cut off, Kaz casted Y/N a glare, eyes narrowing. Why she had such influence over him, he’d never know. Or, maybe he did know and wasn’t going to express why. Because why would he? Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason after all. He always had reasons though.

Finally, Y/N sighed. “I don’t expect you to listen to me, but I’m not going to let you rot away from the lack of sleep you get, Kaz. I am just as stubborn as you, and if I must? I will sit here and bug you about your lack of sleep until sunrise. Or until I inevitably fall asleep.” The smallest glimpse of a smile reached Kaz’s lips, an instinct to roll his eyes almost playfully too. Stubborn about the well-being of her friends was a Y/N special. Kaz had simply thought he’d have time before she got on his ass about his own health.

She’d already gotten on Wylan about his self-destructive habits. His tendency to blame himself for not being good enough. Y/N had practically choked him out once when he’d gone on a rant about how he was a problem for the Crows. A burden. Kaz himself had been somewhat frightened. She’d found ways to help Jesper and his gambling addiction, which usually included them gambling, but in ways that didn’t involve money. She’d gotten on Matthias for his excuses to not kiss Nina.

If Kaz remembered correctly, she’d called it ‘redirecting the issue’.

“You’re avoiding something,” Y/N then spoke, crossing her arms. Weren’t they all avoiding something? Kaz thought, huffing as he sat back into his seat. This was Ketterdam after all. If you weren’t running from some rich merchant, then you were running from their son. Wylan had simply been a lucky break in that usual streak.

“You say that as if we all aren’t running from something,” Kaz finally said out loud, his eyes casted downwards.

“Avoiding, Kaz. Not running, and something tells me the thing you’re avoiding isn’t something, but someone.” Y/N knew the look Kaz had on. She’d worn it herself dozens of times.

“I had a brother.” Kaz couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Y/N. It would make talking about this all too real. Too much. Was this a lapse in his judgement? Why was he telling her this? Had she managed to get so under his skin? 

“We moved to Ketterdam after my father died. My brother . . . Jordie-'' the name came out with a small crack in his voice. He hadn’t said that name out loud since he’d laid on his sick brother’s chest. “Was hopeful about what the city would bring, and it brought peace for some time. We worked with a man for some time, and my brother was in on a deal. One that seemed too good to be true,” Kaz scowled now, his anger seeming to rise as he spoke.

Y/N sighed, knowing where this was going now. “When an offer is too good to be true-”

“It usually is. That man went by a different name then. One to scam people for their money to rise through the ranks of the Barrel.” Kaz finally lifted his eyes, seeing the realization rush over Y/N’s face.

“Pekka Rollins.”

“Pekka Rollins is the reason my brother is dead.”

The room fell silent for a few moments, Y/N contemplating what to say. She had a feeling she was among the few who knew Kaz’s story. She was tempted to ask how Joride died, but she could infer. She’d been around Ketterdam during the time firepox had plagued the city. Her mother had been taken from the disease. She’d been the same age as Kaz. It began clicking in her head too.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N murmured. “I know you probably don’t want my pity, but really, I’m sorry.” It made sense why Kaz felt like he needed to best Pekka Rollins. He wanted revenge. He wanted Rollins to be just as down as him and his brother had been.

Kaz sucked in a deep breath, standing and running a hand through his hair. His regret for telling the woman before him began to consume him. This was a mistake. Why had he told her? A harsh look fell over his face, looking down at the plans he had laid out. “I need to finish these plans, and I’m sure you need some sleep,” his tone was harsh, but it was clear there was hurt underlying it. He wasn’t going to be an outright asshole, but he needed his space now.

“You need sleep too, and I doubt you’re in the right headspace to try and make plans-”

“Y/N, leave.” He internally was begging. And Kaz Brekker never begged . . . but Kaz Rietveld would, and that’s who was begging. 

“Kaz-”

“Leave.” Anger washed over his features, his eyes directing Y/N to the door.

Y/N sighed, walking towards the door. Before she turned the knob, she stopped. “You know being open about your past doesn’t make you weak, right?” But Kaz said nothing, afraid his voice would fail him. With no words spoken for a beat, Y/N opened the door, shutting it as she paced down the steps.

Her book still lied on the bed, the folded paper to the chapter she was on prominent. Kaz took one look at it before sighing and sitting in the chair, one tear making its way down his face.

---

It was supposed to be in and out. Another job. Another however much Kruge. Where is she? Kaz thought. Y/N was never one for being late. Sure she was working with Jesper, who was notoriously late, but she should’ve been out before Jesper was, and she wasn’t.

It’d been a week of no speaking. Kaz couldn’t speak to her after revealing so much. He feared it would become all too real. A common fear he had. Stealing, picking locks, it was all real to him, yes, but he never experienced reality when he was on a job. It was his way of ‘avoiding’ as Y/N would put it. But now, he couldn’t avoid the reality of this job.

The reality was: He’d ignored Y/N for a week in fear, and now she wasn’t at the rondevu point.

She’s Y/N, she isn’t dead. But that may not be true. She could indeed be dead. She could be, She could be, She could be.... Dozens of potential outcomes came to mind.

The world seemed to spin as he paced. Nina and Matthias had already tried to calm him. Nina had even tried to calm his heart rate down. Wylan seemed to be just as worried as Kaz as well, Jesper still out there alongside Y/N and all. Inej was calm, but it was clear she was worried too. They all were, but Kaz was being unusually emotional. 

“At this rate, you’re going to have a heart attack Kaz,” Nina had said.

And if he did, then that’d be a first for the Bastard of The Barrel. 

“And you’re not close to having one?” Wylan asked, shooting a glare over at Nina.

Kaz mentally thanked Wylan. At least he wasn’t the only one close to breaking down. Get in and out. In and out. What had gone wrong?

But then he heard the sound of boots running across the muddy ground, his eyes shooting up to see Jesper carrying a bleeding Y/N.

She’s bleeding. Who had hurt her? Kaz wasn’t sure, but anger filled him. That was until he fully internalized that Y/N was bleeding.

“Jesper, what happened?”

Jesper helped Y/N into the safe house, his breathing heavy as he helped her onto the bed of one of the rooms. “Rollins. He got word of the job. We became overwhelmed and Y/N here took a bullet to the shoulder.” Then Wylan was practically engulfing Jesper in a hug.

How? Was Kaz’s initial thought, but with a huff, he closed his eyes. Moving over to follow Jesper, he took off his coat. Upon entering the room Y/N was sitting in, he nodded towards her good arm, silently asking for her to take off the sleeve of the arm that was hit.

“I thought we weren’t speaking?” Y/N asked, groaning as she pulled the sleeve of her bad shoulder off with some help from Inej who pushed everyone else out of the room. Inej left as well, but gave Kaz a nod to let her know when he would need help.

Kaz didn’t lift his eyes to look at Y/N, his eyes steady on the bullet lodged in her shoulder. He pulled out the medical kit under the bed. Always prepared, Y/N thought.

“How did Rollins find out?” Y/N asked, watching Kaz pick up tweezers from the small medical kit.

“I’m not sure, but I plan on figuring it out. Stay still.” And Y/N did, knowing this was hard enough as it was for Kaz, she didn’t want to make it any harder. Squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for the pain. She gripped onto the bed, seething as Kaz took the bullet out with the tweezers.

“I hope you know, I didn’t mean any harm last week.” Kaz knew what Y/N was referring too, and he simply nodded for the moment. Picking up the bandages from the kit, Y/N shook her head.

“Get Inej to do it, you’ve already pushed yourself enough.”

“It’s fine,” Kaz spoke, his voice firm.

“Kaz, don’t-”

“I want too.” His eyes lifted to finally look up at Y/N. She looked down as well, silently nodding. She understood Kaz enough to know this was his apology for ignoring her the past week.

“My mother, she died from firepox,” Y/N spoke quietly. She didn’t know how Kaz would take her bringing it up, but she felt that if she didn’t, they’d build up all this anger again. They’d ignore one another again. Kaz stalled. Flashes of Jordie and Reapers Barge consumed him for a few moments. Y/N’s skin turned cold, icy and raw. He flinched away from the feeling.

Then he heard it - Y/N’s heartbeat. She was living. She wasn’t a corpse. The heartbeat and blood were testament to that. She isn’t dead. 

“I never told you how he died,” Kaz spoke quietly. He wasn’t used to talking about such subjects with anyone. It was the reason he’d taken on a different surname. That way he could cut ties with his past.

But for some reason, Y/N was able to make him feel . . . though begrudgingly, open with his past.

“I can infer, Kaz,” Y/N said with a small hiss as Kaz finished with the bandage, his hands shaky. “Now, you can continue ignoring me if you wish, I imagine you enjoy avoiding me.”

“I don’t enjoy it.” Kaz now had someone he connected with on a level he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t going to enjoy being apart from that.

“I know, I was simply making sure,” Y/N teased, her lips quirking in a small smile.

Kaz gave a small shake of his head, his lips pulling into a smile as well for just a moment. Then he picked up his coat he’d taken off. “I imagine you’re cold, here,” he spoke then, watching as Y/N took it and wrapped it around herself.

Then the door swung open, Nina rushing over to give Y/N a hug. “Kaz here almost had a heart attack. Wylan almost did. Jeez, never do that again,” she said, laughing a bit.

“Ouch, ouch, Nina,” Y/N spoke, referencing the still open wound on her shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry. We made food for you,” Nina said, smiling before handing Y/N a tray of food.

Kaz exited the room, allowing the others some time to talk to Y/N. Inej followed him, her arms crossed as she leaned against one of the walls.

“What information do you want me to get on Rollins?”

“Whatever you can find.” You’re not taking her from me Rollins, and you’d better be ready when I do come for you. Brick by Brick.

[padme-parker]

Mizpah // the darkling x f!reader // ch 6

summary: given some time alone to think, the pieces begin to fall into place. you go to confront the darkling be he avoids you at any given cost, until one night you go into the one room you were never granted permission to enter.

warnings: cursing, talks about violence/torture and death, alcoholism

A/N: the truth finally comes out. This is all over the place bc I was trying to rush getting it out. 5.9k+ words and 12 pages later, here we are. not proofread, will comeback later to edit.

ANA KUYA’S voice echoed in the back of your mind as you laid on your cot, calling out for Mal and Alina as they ran away from her. It was the day Grisha came to the orphanage to find out if one of their own had been whisked away into a place like this. You examined the walls, cracks running up and down them. The windows barely opened, and when they did, they let out horrible screeches. Water leaked from the bathrooms, the annoying drip a constant on your mind.

Maybe you should’ve gotten up from your bed and got tested by a Grisha. Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to stay in such a run down orphanage. The Duke was rarely here, so no one really cared about his orphanage no matter how infamous he was. But being Grisha meant leaving Mal and Alina behind, something you couldn’t do because they had become your only family. Besides, Grisha don’t get sick, therefore you weren’t a Grisha.

You could never be a Grisha.

-

AS you phased into consciousness, you could hear someone muttering something in the background. Your hands were so cold, you reached out for something- anything that could give you warmth. You tried to blink away the blurriness of your eyes, nothing seemed to work. The person rushed to your side, clutching both of your hands in one as the other stroked your cheek.

“Go back to sleep.” He said, brushing your hair back. Closing your eyes, he assumed you had fallen asleep already. He resumed his mumbling, the words slowly becoming coherent as fell back asleep.

“It’s...too...soon..”

-

THE painful pounding of your heart had subsided as the Grisha left. Mal walked into the room followed by Alina, who was sporting a new wound on her palm that Ana Kuya had scolded her for.

“Come on, get up!” Mal urged, knowing from the look on your face that the pain had already left you.

“Where are we going?” You said eagerly, scooting to the front edge of your bed to lace up your boots.

“To the meadow.” That was all you needed to hear before running out the bedroom door. Mal and Alina’s footsteps padding behind. The three of you started a mildly competitive game of tag, the other two making sure you didn’t exert yourself.

In that moment, you were who you were supposed to be. Three children lying on the field, making stupid promises to each other.

“We can’t hide forever, but we can run.”

-

THIS time when you find yourself in a field, there’s a man laying next to you. It was the same man from your dream, shoulder length hair and clean shaven face.

“Aleksander?” He lets out a hm, awaiting your question. “Where am I?”

“What do you mean, my darling?” Aleksander- General Kirigan- or whoever the hell he was turned to look at you, laying one of his arms upon your stomach. His hand keeping a firm grip on your waist. From your peripheral view you could see him studying you.

He started with your eyes, taking in their color and your long lashes. He moved from the curve of your nose until he got to your soft, plump lips. You stared at the sky, afraid of what you would see, who you would recognize if you turned to face him.

“We’re at our meadow.”

-

WHEN you finally regain consciousness, you find yourself alone in a nearly dark room. Only one lantern had been lit up. It was just before dawn, you could see the sun beginning to peek out. Someone had changed you into a nightgown, you didn’t know who it was. Perhaps it was Alina or maybe the Darkling, maybe neither. Either way, you were thankful they decided to change you out of the robe you had fainted in.

With great struggle, you propped yourself up, your elbows taking the brunt of your weight. You crawled to the foot of your bed to put on your night slippers. The rug under your bed only went so far before it hit the cold floor. You slowly made your way to the desk, sitting yourself in front of the mirror.

The magic Genya had performed on you days ago had worn out by now. How long were you out for? The dark circles under your eyes had returned, seemingly worse. Your skin, although already dull, became more dull and pale. Whatever shine you originally had was gone. Your eyes look sunken in. While your hair was frail and also lost the shine that Genya gave it.

“Saints..” You whispered to yourself as you raked a hand through your hair. You were basically a dead person walking. You considered fetching a servant to bring you Genya, but decided against it. Throwing on a robe, you silently made your way to the war room, hoping to find the Darkling there. When you entered it remained empty, along with the bed he usually slept in. You walked the halls looking for one of his oprichniki, yet they weren’t around either.

There was no use in barging into his bedroom when it seemed like he was gone. Plus you didn’t want to invade his privacy knowing that he could have you killed for going into his room without permission if someone had seen you. You spotted one of the palace guards, walking up to him as you placed your hands into the pockets of your robe.

“Excuse me, do you happen to know where the General is?” You asked, staring into the guards eyes.

“He left a week ago, accompanied by his personal guards.” Was all he said, not disclosing why he had left. A week? Had you really been unconscious for a week? This usually never happened to you, not like this.

“Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“In a couple of days.” He said, not giving you an exact day. You quickly thanked him before making your way back to your room to change for the day. The dull ache of your heart was finally leaving, allowing for you to feel more like yourself. You were able to spot the sun in the sky as you finished changing. You thought about basking in its light when your stomach growled loudly.

I suppose I should eat, you thought. It’d been nearly a week since you were able to feed yourself, your last meal being breakfast. You could remember someone feeding you periodically throughout the week, now knowing the Darkling had left, it was most likely Alina. You rang for a servant, asking to be brought breakfast when she arrived. Surveying the room, you decided that the Darkling wouldn’t mind if you did a little retouching.

You moved the table towards the window, wanting to eat in the sunlight without having the harsh winter winds freeze you. Opening the curtain allowed for more sunlight to stream through, a grunt of triumph leaving your lips as you looked at your new setup.

The squeaky wheel of the servant’s cart alerted you of her presence, rushing to open the door before she could knock. You took the tray from her hands, closing the door with your foot as you skipped towards the table, eager to get some food in your system.

The food they had given you was practically the same, sweet pea porridge, a tall glass of water, and a bowl of grapes. It wasn’t your favorite, but you ate it anyway. Savouring the familiar crunch and sweetness of the grapes. Sitting in the sun had left you feeling giddy and warm, excited for summer when you would be able to go out whenever you could and feel the sun on your skin.

It was the same warmth you felt whenever the Darkling touched you, even when you saw him in your dreams, there had always been a lingering sense of familiarness-- and affection. You saw the look in his eyes just seconds before you passed out, the shock as you said his name, the concern visible in his eyebrows. Him whispering, stay with me, please. It was all foreign to you. In fact, his behaviour was strange to you.

You’ve always heard of the Darkling being cold, menacing, someone you had to fear. There were stories of him ruthlessly slaughtering the Drüskelle, using the Cut to separate multiple heads from bodies in a matter of seconds. Yet he welcomed you into his home without a second thought. He fed you, gave you clothing and a place to sleep, even gave you a tour of the Little Palace himself. You were sure he had never given someone the treatment that he had given you, so what made you so different? What made you so special to him?

You didn’t miss the look he gave you when you first entered the war room, recognition and longing bright in his eyes. He tried to hide the emotion, but you were able to catch it before he returned to his dark and empty gaze. It would explain the memories, but only fueled your confusion and curiosity more. Had you shared a past life with him? If so, why were you back? How were you back? Getting lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the person knocking until they opened the door and announced themselves.

The familiar red hue of his kefta brought you comfort. You were too trusting lately, you’d only met Fedyor a week ago. Just the sight of his kefta had calmed something down in you. This palace was changing you, bringing out something from within you that never existed. Being this trusting on the fields would get you killed.

“Good morning, Fedyor. What brings you here?” You greeted him. This time you already had your boots laced up, the tray in your hands ready to be disposed of on the table by the door. “Going to escort me to combat training?”

“Actually, the General forbade you from stepping foot on training grounds again.” You let out a loud gasp as you whipped towards him. Thinking there was something wrong, Fedyor stepped forward, reaching his arms out to steady you just in case anything happened. In your anger, you slapped his hands away.

“Oh just you wait until he gets back,” You seethed, “Who does he think he is? Taking away my combat training privileges?”

“He’s the General, he can do that.” Fedyor responded, a small smile on his face.

“So what am I supposed to do then?”

“Well, you could still go to the library.” No, you didn’t want to risk running into the Apparat again. “Watch the Grisha train.” He offered a meek smile. “Walk the grounds.” Perhaps you could go on a horse ride later, but right now there was one thing on your mind.

“Is Alina training right now?” The heartrender gave you a nod, “I guess we’ll be going to her room then. She has something I want to borrow.” With the flick of your hand, the two of you were on your way.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and if you don’t want to answer then that’s okay.” Fedyor squints his eyes at you, before motioning to continue. “Has the Darkling ever taken up any lovers?” The question makes Fedyor stop in his tracks, a baffled look on his features.

“Well..I..” He struggled with his words, not knowing if he wanted to tell you. What would the General do to him if he told you? It was common knowledge that General Kirigan had been alive for a couple centuries now, he thought everyone knew of his endeavours. “The General has been around for many years, so naturally he has...had sex before.” The mention of it made Fedyor blush. “But he’s never settled down with someone. The closest I ever saw was with Alina.” This didn’t surprise you, Alina herself had told you about what had almost happened between the two.

“In the tent, when he tested her to see if she was Grisha, I saw something in his eyes. It was admiration, but there was also a defeated look in his eyes. As if he had given up on something because he found Alina. Reasonably, it could’ve been relief, since we had finally found the sun summoner.” Fedyor pauses, thinking wisely about the next words he spoke. “Alina and the General were growing close. Everyone saw the look they gave each other the night of the fete. But any public traces of their affection for each other had disappeared that night. The two are only seen interacting when he visits her for a gradual check-in.”

“And he’s never spoken of any other lovers?”

“Not consciously, no. On the very rare chance where we ride in the same carriage, sometimes when he falls asleep he’ll whisper about a woman. Moya dorogaya, he’d call her. That’s all I know.”

Moya dorogaya, my darling. It was the same name the Darkling had called you in your dream.

“May I ask you a question?” He inquired, you nodded your head, allowing him to proceed. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

A smile so bright that could light up the room came to your face, “My friends down near the south Ravka border. A pair of siblings that taught me to fight before they defected from the First Army.” You confessed. “One of them also introduced me to my love of epic poetry.”

When Alina’s door came to view, you didn’t bother knocking as she had already left. After fetching what you needed, you quickly exited her room.

“I haven’t seen them since they left.” You rubbed the birthmark at your throat. Besides Mal and Alina, the siblings were also the closest thing you had to family. They considered you as their sister, even begging that you left with them. But you told them your place was here in Ravka, with Mal and Alina.

“I’m sure you’ll see them soon. Once Alina and the General get rid of the fold, we will have access to our docks again.” He said, trying to comfort you.

“I hope so.” The rest of the walk was filled with comfortable silence as you fiddled with the edges of the red book. As you neared your door, Fedyor stopped, telling you he would be just outside if you needed anything. Without wasting another second, you ran to the chair in front of the window.

The Istorii Sankt’ya glistened in the sunlight. Something about it had been calling out to you, urging you to read it and find out more. You flipped through all of the pages of the saints until you found the one that had been calling out to you.

Sankt Ilya in chains. Ilya Morozova. Morozova’s herd.

“One day. When the war is over and the shadow fold is gone, you will bear my name. You will become Mrs. Morozova. I swear it.”

The voice of the Darkling rang clear in your head. The memory made your heart come to a stop as you struggled to find a possible explanation for his words. The only conclusion you could inevitably come to was that you were the sole lover that Fedyor had been talking about.

As the sun began to set, you looked at the drawing once more. The stag, sea whip, and firebird all depicted. You called out for Fedyor, asking him to come into your room.

“Can you bring me dinner for two?” You politely asked.

“Sure, were you planning on eating it yourself or shall I fetch someone while I’m at it?”

“No. You and I are going to have a nice, long talk while we eat dinner.” His face paled as the words left your mouth.

“Oh...okay.” Was all he said before he scurried off to get the food. You tucked the Istorii Sankt’ya under a pile of paper in your desk to hide it. While you waited for Fedyor to return, you lit up some candles and lanterns now that the sun was going down. It was no fun eating in the dark.

Well, sometimes it was. You thought back to the orphanage. Night where you, Alina and Mal would sneak out of bed to have a piece of bread. The bread was never enough, but the excitement had always spurred the three of you on enough to make it a nightly routine until Ana Kuya eventually caught on.

When Fedyor returned, he rolled the cart over to where you had been seated. He placed a golden tray in front of you and another for himself right across from you. He also brought a big pitcher of Kvas for you to share.

Lifting the cover from your plate, you found yourself staring at some sort of meat pie with a side of root vegetable soup. Fedyor had the same meal but had pickled herrings instead of soup.

“Ugh, I don’t know how you eat that stuff.” You said with disgust. “I’m glad you guys don’t force me to eat that.” Although it was common peasant food, it never appealed to you. It was something you’d always hated.

“The kitchen staff have a strict list of foods you like and dislike.” That made your head snap up to meet his, who made the list? You had a scheming suspicion that it wasn’t Alina, leaving you with one suspect.

“Tell me, Fedyor, do you know what the General plans on using Morozova’s Stag for?” You inquired, feigning curiosity. You saw his hesitation, clearly uncertain if he could trust you. “I was, after all, one of the last trackers to spot it.” You reminded

“The stag is rumored to be an amplifier created by Morozova himself. Whoever wears it would hold the greatest power known to mankind. One that could rival the General’s.” He said, taking a bite of his meal before continuing, “He plans on giving it to Alina in order to get rid of the shadow fold. She’s strong, but not strong enough to get rid of it on her own.”

“What about you, do you believe they will be able to banish the fold together?” There had been a swirl of doubt pooling in you. The shadow fold was the one thing that had kept Grisha safe from the rest of the world. With the permafrost in the North and the mountains in the South, Ravka had practically been perfectly disconnected. Yet the Drüskelle and Shu still managed to slaughter Ravkans and Grisha alike.

“Yes, I do. It’s something very important to the General. That the sun summoner reversed what his ancestor, the Black Heretic, had created.” He explained.

“Right, we’ll then what happens after? It’s been so long since West Ravka has been able to connect to East Ravka. Who’s to say that they don’t want to create a monarchy of their own?” Fedyor paused at your words, he hadn’t thought much about what the West Ravkans wanted. He only knew how much his people longed to be free of the shadow fold.

“One step at a time.” He ensured, not sure if he believed the words he just said. He didn’t know what would happen if West Ravka decided to break off and become their own sovereign state. Whatever trade and weapons they had obtained came through the trading ports of the docks in West Ravka. Without it they’d have nothing. They would be nothing.

You finished the rest of your meal, occasionally talking about your time being stationed in the South while he talked about his Grisha adventures. When it came to an end, you helped him clean up and wished him a good night as he rolled the cart away. The pitcher of Kvas laid untouched, your fingers twitched at the thought of having a drink. You stared at it as Fedyor rolled it away, your throat begging for something to drink. Instead of giving into your urges, you chug whatever leftover water you had laying around.

As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t help the strong feeling of loneliness overcome you. You tried to push those feelings away when you jumped into bed, not wanting to have a miserable dream.

-

WHEN you wake, you find yourself in the deadly permafrost of the Fjerda-Ravka border in nothing more than your lace nightgown. The snow under your feet melted as you walked around, searching for another sign of human life. You didn’t feel the familiar nip of the cold at your fingertips or toes. It was that same warmth you felt with the Darkling.

You caught sight of your own breath as you whipped your head around, the snow catching in your hair. As you stumbled into a tree, you felt the recognizable carving, stating that you were now in Fjerdan territory. Your feet had walked on their own accord, not knowing where you were going until you stumbled into a clearing. The same clearing where Dubrov and Mikhael had died, slaughtered brutally by the Fjerdans. The clearing where you had killed two of their own without a second thought.

The clearing where you had finally found the stag.

The very same stag that had now stood in front of you.

You inched closer to it with careful and calculated steps. It didn’t back away as you approached. It showed no signs of aggression as you laid one of your hands upon its antlers, your other going to stoke its fur.

It was giving you that same look it gave you when you first encountered it with Mal.

Mercy. Respect. Most of all, understanding.

-

IT had been two days since you dreamt of the stag. You hadn’t dreamt of it since then, in fact, you hadn’t been dreaming of much since you saw the stag in your dreams. You thought about bringing it up to Alina during breakfast, but decided against it, the conversation somehow drifting towards the General.

“I was giving him a report of my progress last night-”

“Last night?” You interrupted, “As in a couple of hours ago?” She nods, confused by your behavior. “When did he get back?”

“The night you woke up.” She replied, as if you had been informed already. No one told you he had returned, you hadn’t even seen him once. Fedyor didn’t even tell you of his return during dinner. With a huff, you got out your chair, moving towards the door before asking Alina one last question.

“When did you mention me to the General?” She gives you another confused look, not knowing what you were talking about. That was the only answer you needed as you made your way to the war room.

He knew you. Even before he discovered Alina and took her to the Little Palace, he knew you first. Your thoughts ran around rampant and unprovoked, trying to come up with a viable explanation as you stomped towards his hall. Before you could even reach the doors of the war room, you were stopped by his oprichniki.

“The General wishes to be alone right now.” She said, hold up a hand to stop you.

“Tell him that I want to speak with him.” You replied, she looked you up and down. You wore no kefta or guards uniform. You were merely just a First Army soldier in her eyes.

“I doubt he would want to talk to someone like you.” Great, you were dealing with a Grisha Oprichniki with a horrible superiority complex. With a scoff, you turned away and walked to your room. Holding back every urge in your body to punch her.

-

WHEN night came, you found yourself struggling to get some sleep. After your encounter with that rude oprichniki, you tried your best to at least get a glimpse of the Darkling. You tried walking in the gardens in hopes to see him, no luck. You walked past the singular window of the war room, only to find the view obscured by the curtains. You paced the halls as subtly as you could, waiting for him to exit the war room. But he didn’t leave. Not once, so you just gave up and decided to try again the next day.

The black silk of your slip on did little to soothe the irritation you felt. In fact, it seemed to irritate you more as it slipped around even at your smallest movements. With a sigh, you got up from the bed and walked towards the dresser with the intention of changing into something that would provide better comfort.

You ran your hands through all the different laces and fabrics of the nightgowns until it landed on the gold kefta. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try. You took it off it’s hanger, before walking towards the mirror. You examined it closely. The fabric itself had shimmers of gold, the black thread similar to any other kefta. As you surveyed the back of it, you noticed the handiwork of a fabrikator. Someone had tried to mend the rips of the kefta, but they were still visible up close.

The kefta had fit like a glove when you put it on. It gave you a sense of belonging. That maybe as an orphan you had finally found a home. You ogled at yourself in the mirror, the golden fabric had practically made you glow. You placed your hands into the pockets, surprised to feel something in one of them.

Grasping the object, you pulled it out. It was a letter. Covered in blood, dirtied and ripped at the corners, but still a letter nonetheless. You contemplated reading it, making the motion to put it back into the pocket before a thought crossed your mind. It wasn’t like anyone was going to find out.

You opened the letter and began to read it:

Dear Aleksander,

My darling, I don’t know why the universe has continued to bring us together. But I am thankful that they’ve given us a chance to be together once more. I have loved you for all of my lifetimes, and nothing could change that.

At least, that’s what I thought. But you’re no longer the Aleksander I once knew. Something dark has taken over you, your lust for power consuming you. I don’t know who you are anymore.

That’s why I’m doing what’s necessary, you’ve been in power for too long. It’s time for you to stop. It’s time for Ravka to be whole once more.

I’m sorry. I hope with whatever love you have left in your heart for me, that you could forgive me.

Eternally yours,

Y/N

You froze as you saw your name signed at the bottom of the letter. Lifetimes? As in more than one? This could wait no longer. Shoving the letter into your pocket, you threw open your door. The halls were empty, his oprichniki were either on a break or a shift change. Either way, you didn’t care.

You barged into the war room, expecting him to be hunched over a pile of maps, but he wasn’t. The next place you looked was his sleeping quarters that had connected to the war room. This bed was empty too, the sheets still cold. You knew of one last place he could be, and didn’t care about the risks.

You walked towards his door, each step filled with the burning curiosity you felt. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you didn’t expect it to turn. You would’ve assumed he kept the door to this bedroom always locked. But then again you were the only person who would dare enter his room without permission. After entering his room, you shut the door. Not wanting to raise suspicion to anyone who might’ve walked the halls perchance.

You paid no mind to the layout and decorations of his room as you fervently searched for him, only to come up empty handed again. Where could he possibly be? Perhaps he went for a midnight stroll. Or possibly he left the Little Palace again. But before deciding on going back to your room, you were adamant on searching the entire ground for him.

As you made your way back towards the door, your eyes briefly flashed to the portrait above it. You were frozen in your tracks as you did a double take. There in the painting was you, depicted in the gold kefta you had put on mere minutes ago. Behind you was the General, who had one hand clasped around your waist, the other resting on your shoulder. The two of you smiling brightly, it had practically been one of the only other times you’d seen him smile.

The letter in your pocket felt like it weighed a ton, your mouth going dry. In your panicked state of mind, you didn’t notice the shadows jumping up and down the walls.

“My darling.” You never heard him creeping up on you until he started talking into your ear, his whisper making you involuntarily shiver. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him.

Turning around, you didn’t expect to find his hair dripping wet, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. A blush formed on your cheeks as you tried to look at anything but him.

“Don’t call me that.” You spat out, he reached one of his hands out to touch the kefta you had put on. His touch lingered from the black stitching to the collar of the Grisha jacket, his fingers ghosting over your neck. “I’m going to ask you one more time, have we met before?”

The General saw no use in keeping the secret from you any longer; you had worn the kefta he’d made for you centuries ago, most likely read the letter in its pocket, and now you had just seen the portrait he’d hung up of the two of you. It was evidently clear that you knew something was going on.

“What do you remember?” He deflected, not answering your question.

Flashes came to your mind, ones you had dreamt, others were new.

“I remember...my death. The night those soldiers shoved a knife in me.” You confessed. You also saw other things. Horseback riding in the woods. Long nights in bed spent talking about the future. Him training you, teaching you how to wield a sword. The birthmark at your ribcage, the one on your neck, and the long ones on your back. They had all been scars. Marking all the deaths from your previous lives.

Three scars, three separate lifetimes with him. You reached up to touch the scar on your neck, “They..I-”

“This one, the Fjerdans gave you this one. We were hunting for the stag when we had gotten ambushed. They killed you for the sole purpose to see me in pain. I begged them to take me too, but they found too much joy in my grief. The Drüskelle held me on the ground, my hands spread apart, as I watched you bleed out.” You can see the tears form in his eyes as he recalls the events of that night. He walks around you, tracing the rips of the kefta. The rips had consequently been placed exactly where the scars on your back were. You could tell by the familiar pattern he traced, a once soothing action that now caused you great anguish. “The Fjerdans also gave you these ones. They tortured you for days on end. When I finally found you, it was too late. There was no healer that had the power to help you. All I could do was hold you as a heartrender calmed you, minimizing your pain.”

“I can’t remember that, why can’t I remember that?” You panicked, to which the Darkling turned you to face him, his hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs rubbed your face in a reassuring manner.

“It’s not often that you fully remember what happens to you. It’s your brain's way of protecting you so you don’t get overwhelmed.” Well you certainly felt overwhelmed now. It was all too much to take in at once.

“The shadow fold..” You hesitated, removing yourself from his grasp. “Was that because of me?”

“Yes,” he confessed, “I created it after you first died. A way to protect all Grisha. I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. But it was one less threat we had to worry about.”

“I don’t understand. Why me? Why is it always me? Why do I always come back to you?”

“There’s a reason why the universe has continued to bring us back together, my darling. My other half. My life.” He walks up to you, grasping your face in his hands. His touch was different this time, it was cold yet welcoming. It felt familiar. The shadows engulfed the room as you felt a power rush over you. His eyes darted towards your lips, hesitating before leaning in. You close your eyes as you feel that familiar warmth consume you. His kiss is soft, gentle, yet you could tell he was holding back from ravaging you.

He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. You kept your eyes closed, lost in the memories.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered. When you had closed them, the whole room had been taken by his shadows, leaving the two of you in darkness. But as he stood in front of you, his hands on your cheeks, the whole room had been illuminated. “My sun summoner, I have loved you all of my life. For all of your lifetimes.”

“Maybe one too many.” What else was there to say? You always knew, somewhere deep down inside of you, that there was something special different about you. You didn’t know it until now, until you were reunited with your other half. “But I thought Grisha couldn’t get sick.”

The smile falls from his face, “I believe..that this could possibly be our last lifetime together.” He disclosed. “Neither heartrender nor healer could explain what was happening to you. I think it might be the consequence of avoiding eternal death for so long.” He joked, his eyes meeting yours.

“I thought your last life had been our final one together. I waited hundreds of years for your return. When I had caught wind of a sun summoner being found, I thought it was you. When it wasn’t I felt as if my heart had shattered all over again. That you would never return to me again.” The Darkling squinted as the light around you grew brighter. His touch was making you unstable.

“But Alina-”

“Can’t know. No one can. I can’t risk your life again. Not anymore.” He replied, “Especially when this could be our last time together.”

You struggled to find a name to call him, the General felt too formal, and to you it seemed too early to call him by his given name.

“Aleksander, my darling. Call me by my name.” He said, withdrawing his hand from you and letting the shadows shrink back to the ground.

All your life, you had subconsciously fought the Grisha within you. You had always been Grisha. Using the powers you had been born with had given you back your strength, albeit not all of it. You enjoyed- reveled the rush it gave you.

“Aleksander,” His name left your lips in a hushed whisper, “..what if I want the stag for myself?”

-

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1:20

Damian Wayne x reader

SUMMARY: You're lucky you've memorized Robin's schedule: it might me the only saving grace you've got left.

WARNINGS: blood, near-death

Master List in bio

It's 1:20 on a Tuesday morning in early June.

Gotham never really gets hot, but the humidity suffocates anything that might think that's a relief. You didn't check the weather this evening. You probably should have.

It's 1:20 on a Tuesday morning. He's gonna be here. You've had mixed feelings about knowing his schedule this well in the past, but now it's the deciding factor of your fate.

It's 1:20. That means you've been bleeding like a stuck pig for ten straight minutes, even if it feels like it's been hours. Or seconds. You don't really know anymore. You're getting dizzy.

So you've leaned against the wall. Some little roof access point that stands tall above the gravel covering the rooftop. The brick digs into your shoulder, even through your jacket.

You're starting to think you've gotten it wrong. Or maybe he just didn't show today. Maybe you're out of luck this time.

It was dumb. Stupid to think that you could stop this. Stupid to think you would end any way other than alone.

It was on purpose, after all. Isolation, that is. You pushed and shoved everyone away with a friendly smile and kept them at arm's length, lest they wiggle their claws beneath your mask and expose you for every ugly thing you are.

You're a mole. An informant. Someone who plays every side all at once and somehow manages to stay neutral the whole time. You've been passing tips to the Bats for months now, means be damned. Trust was meager between you, but what little there is is mutual.

You'd hoped it'd be your saving grace. Hoped the side playing would leave you with at least one friend, even though it was the entire reason you're in this position in the first place. You had hoped your downfall would save you.

He appears before you two minutes late. 1:22 in the morning and he's late. He doesn't seem to have noticed you, a few feet away, surveying the street below him like it's his job (and it is), with his back to you.

"You're late, Birdy." Your voice comes quieter and rougher than it should, and the force it takes nearly sends you to the ground.

He spins around at the sound, hand already curled around the hilt of his sword by the time he faces you. He says your name lowly, like a warning, like always. His posture relaxes nonetheless. "You come with useful advice, I expect. The skirmish by the docks sounded quick, but Batman thinks–"

"I didn't know where else to go," you say suddenly, because you already know you aren't going to be conscious long enough for this conversation.

The effort gets you this time. Your knees, shaky as they've been, finally give out. You understand, and you forgive them; they carried you all the way here, after all. Your body turns on the way down, back of your jacket scraping terribly against the brick as your heels slide through the gravel. The noise you make is somewhere between a groan and a cry.

It rips the breath out of his lungs. Your name is in his mouth again as he drops to his knees beside you, gloved hands already pawing at the hand you have clamped around the knife still sheathed into your side.

"What happened?" he demands, and he's reaching for his pager with the other hand. "Who did this?"

You're too focused on the way your first name sounds in his voice. There's something nice about the way he spaces the syllables.

He says it again, all panic and worry, like he hasn't the time to mask it anymore.

You wonder for a moment if it has anything to do with his lingering stares and gruff get home safe's.

But then he's shaking your shoulder and you're wincing because it's bruised beneath the jacket.

"Stay awake, hey, stay with me. Batman is on his way. We'll fix this." There's a pause where he's sucking in a deep breath and you're trying to focus on his voice. "You're going to be fine."

You think it's a little funny. You managed to get all the way here, up a goddamn fire escape, but the moment you think he's got you, you lose all ability to keep yourself upright. You just want to sleep. You want to lay down and take a nice, long nap.

You hate to admit that it just might be because you trust him more than anyone else you know. You've only known him for a few months, but you're sure that you're safest with him. You're safe with him.

It shouldn't be much of a comfort, with Death staring you down like a lion on it's last meal. You won't need protecting if your decline doesn't level out soon. It's surprising what such little comfort feels like when you're staring Death down like a gazelle with an attitude problem.

You don't remember being moved. Or how you ended up in a medical bed with stiff, scratchy sheets and a nearly flat pillow. You do remember hearing Damian's voice, fading in and our with your consciousness. The words are all garbled and quiet, but you know the recall the sound.

Alfred is the first person you see. He's unfamiliar, but he introduces himself and offers you a warm smile and a glass of water. He brings you a bowl of soup and hands you a bottle of painkillers and another of antibiotics.

You fall asleep again, listening to some little body of water just outside the white room you're settled in.

When you wake up, it's to the sound of an argument. Batman and Robin. It's hushed, angry and patient whispers back and forth, but it's an argument all the same. You've heard them bicker enough over the last few months to recognize it.

You can't quite make it out. You hear your name a few times, something about time, something about healing, something about help. Batman finishes it.

Robin swings the squeaky door open a few moments later.

He stops halfway into the room when he sees you're awake.

You wiggle your way up the mattress to lean against the pillows behind you. "Birdy."

He sighs. "You nearly bleed out in my arms and that's how you greet me?"

He doesn't sound quite right. A little deflated, maybe. Relieved? As if he'd been holding his breath before he entered the room, and just remembered how to breathe when he caught your eye.

Course, you can't be sure he caught it at all, with those white lenses.

You cock a shoulder. "I'm sure you've seen worse. I'm sure I'll have worse."

His posture shifts as he crosses the room. He shakes his head. "That's not funny."

"It's kind of funny," you try, throwing the best carefree smile you can manage when everything beneath your skin is so sore. "I'm the one who was bleeding, that means I'm allowed to make all the jokes I want."

"That's an unhealthy coping mechanism."

"So is dressing up in red and yellow and calling yourself a bird."

His shoulders drop again. You think you might see a smile, but he turns his head away too quickly. "You should be more careful. I can't always be there to drag you out of every fire, you know."

You cross your arms, raising both knees to take some pressure off of your abdomen. He takes it as an invitation and makes himself comfortable in the chair beside the bed. He finds a comfortable position with a little too much familiarity. "I don't expect you to. I wouldn't have even been there if I wasn't getting information for you."

"For Batman–"

"Potato, pa-tot-oh."

He goes rigid again. "I never would have asked you to put yourself in danger like that."

It's defensive. Appalled, almost. Offended.

You don't know how to reply. That doesn't seem to matter though, because he's not done.

"And even if I had, I would have gone with you. I would have made sure you had backup, I would have– this never would have happened."

There's a certain distain in his tone that catches you off guard. A resentment, toward you or his partner you aren't totally sure.

He runs gloved fingers through slick black hair. Heaves a breath. Pushes himself to his feet. Falsely composed. "You may stay as long as you need. Alfred will take care of you."

"Where are you going?" It slips out before you can stop it. And perhaps you could play if off as a standard question—you are in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people, aside from him—but it's much too quick. It sounds a little too much like don't leave me.

And you know he hears it too, because he turns back around so quickly you wonder if he even considered it. "Patrol. It's Wednesday night." And yet he makes to move to leave.

You nod. "Right. Yeah. You're, uh, what? You're over by the city museum tonight, aren't you?" You want to smack yourself. What are you doing, making small talk? He's got places to be, people to save.

"Yes." The top seal of his mask flexes when he raises an eyebrow.

You nod again. An awkward smile on your lips. "I, uh, I didn't know how to feel about knowing where you'd be most of the week, but I guess I'm glad I do. Saved my skin last night, didn't it?"

He drawls in a deep breath. "Suppose it did."

There's a long pause. You aren't sure if you're breathing, but you're sure he isn't. He looks tense, like he's torn between saying something and leaving, body angled not quite toward you.

"You can always come to me," he says suddenly. He must read something on your face, because he tumbles straight into the next sentence. "Last night, you said you didn't know who to go to. I'm telling you now, you can always come to me. I'll fix it, whatever it is."

His voice is tight. A little unsure, but not in the statement. Like a hiker on a rocky trail; unsure of his footing, but certain in his destination.

There's something else in his words. Something scrawled between the lines in thin, fragile letters. Something deeper than wounds and needing backup.

I'll fix it, whatever it is.

Your heart rate picks up, and the heart monitor reveals your secrets on the screen beside you. What it can't reveal is the way the poor organ soars, throwing itself to the clouds with reckless abandon, completely uncaring of the hard trip back down.

You still don't know how to reply. You'd like to say something witty. A little sarcastic, maybe a smidge mean. He's giving you a glimpse at his heart, beating bloody in his hands, and there's a large part of you that wants to poke it. Nothing too wounding, just enough that he never makes the mistake again.

But you can't help it. There's a much larger part of you that wails, who wants to snatch it from him to shield and cradle, because he obviously can't be trusted with it. Not if he's baring it to you.

The deciding party is the reminder of last night. Dragging yourself up a rusted fire escape, praying to anyone who might listen that he'd be there. That he'd help you. You remember thinking he wouldn't. You remember the thought hanging above you like gravediggers as you settled into a coffin: you pushed everyone away, you don't leave room for those who want to help you.

"Thank you," you attempt, and it comes barely above a whisper. You allow it to be tender. You let it embody the raw little piece of you that utters it; the piece that wants so desperately to let him in. The piece that knew he'd save you. The tender little sliver of soul who still believed you deserved to be trusted and supported. The one who still hopes for meaningful connections, even among your collection of throw-away contacts.

You can see the way he relaxes. The way he melts inside his skin, like he'd been expecting you to poke when you could have. Like it lifts a weight off of him, knowing that you'll trust him enough to come to him in the future.

"I'll be back in a few hours. You should sleep."

You roll your eyes. "Sleep in some weird ass white room I've never been in, surrounded by a bunch if people I barely know. Yeah, I'm sure I'll sleep like a baby."

He recognizes that you aren't entirely serious, but he also recognizes the orange pill bottles on the table beside you. "If Alfred has you on those, I trust you will—no matter where you are."

You chuckle, he offers you the tiniest smile, and then he's gone. Vanished into the rest of whatever strange building he whisked you into.

You should be worried about it. Not knowing where you are, exactly who you're with, who has access to you. But you aren't. And it might be the medication making you compliant, and you'll look back on this in a week and be horrified—or it could be that you've broken all your own rules and thrust all if your trust into the hands of a boy you've never seen without a mask.

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❦ dodging his love | ot7

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not sure if this was what you wanted (im sorry if it’s not 😭) but I hope you like it🤞

this is literally me just rambling ok anyways 

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Heeseung

hee does this thing when the two of you are cuddling

where he plays with your hair with one hand while he has the other hand behind his head

while you trace random patterns on his chest

he loves it when you do it because the two of you just chat about the most random things

most nights it’s you venting while hee gives you advice

other nights hee sings you to sleep 

tonight you were having an off day 

so while you were cuddling, hee was about to play with your hair when you put on the hood of one of hee’s hoody

which meant that he couldn’t play with your hair

“i wanna play with your hair” he says with a frown

“no” you replied as you lay your head down

“why not?”

“because i like your hoody”

“i like it on you with the hood off”

“why do you like my hair so much?” 

“it’s soft"

“i wake up looking like a mess because of you”

“it helps me sleep” 

“you’re gonna have to earn it” then this man starts to aegyo just so he can play with your hair

and he’s good at it

so you let him

while you’re annoyed that you’re gonna wake up with messy hair because of hee

you don’t mind since it helps you fall asleep

Jay 

this man doesn’t hesitate to show off his affection

whether it’s wrapping his arm around your waist when you’re out

or it’s kissing your cheek while you’re taking a selfie

sometimes it works out other times... he ends up making a complete fool of himself

engry bird here decided to sleep over (on the couch ofc)

you woke up to jay’s extremely loud voice

so you got up and headed to the kitchen where you saw him looking for stuff in your fridge

“where are the tomatoes?” you roll your eyes and go in front of him, grabbing the tomatoes which was literally right there

“you need new glasses” you tell him as he embarrassment fills his face

he wraps his arms around your waist, enveloping you in a back hug

you didn’t notice because it was such a subtle thing but you shrugged him off to get a glass of water which was right over the counter

of course he noticed 

because you could’ve held his hands while he was hugging you and both of you could’ve gone to get a glass of water

so now he’s pouting the whole time

he doesn’t tell you what’s wrong

and expects you to just know and read his mind but of course you can’t

so then it kinda gets quiet while you’re eating breakfast 

which is unusual since jay is always so chatty

so then you go, “you gonna tell me why you’re all mopey this morning” 

“you shrugged me off to get the glass of water”

“that’s why you’re pissed?”

“of course that’s why I’m pissed why else would I be pissed?”

“i accidentally washed your white hoody with the colors and now it’s pink”

“why the hell would you wash a white hoody with the colors?”

“i don’t know, I didn’t see it!”

“it’s white. maybe you’re the one who needs to change your glasses?”

“shut up! you’re the one getting pissed over grabbing a glass of a water”

“you shut up it’s not even my hoody at this point”

“ok, well what kind of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”

“the kind of person of person who gets pissed over grabbing a glass of water?”

“clingy much?” 

he took that as a challenge then moved to where you were and lifted you onto his lap

Jake

jakey would probably get shy with hugs and kisses

but he loves it

how can he not love it especially from you?

you head into his place and instantly go to layla instead of greeting your boyfriend

you sit down on the floor giving hugs and kisses to layla who’s now paying attention to you

the both of you are in your own little world together as you and layla smoother each other with affection 

poor baby is like “what about me?”

he sits with you

wanting your attention so he puts his head in front of you, eyes looking up at you like that one live where he goes “i love you”

and he does just that

you roll your eyes, pat his head and you’re like

“i love you too but let me go back to paying attention to my baby” (baby as in layla)

layla actually barks at jake 

the auDACitY

so jake feels neglected since layla’s getting all the y/n love

which leads to him just sitting next to you in silence while he watches you both

he's happy that you and layla love each other but you’re supposed to be paying attention to him

eventually, you realize that jake is just sitting there so you look at him

he’s like,

“who do you love more, me or layla?”

you move so that you’re laying your head on jake’s lap while layla is curled up by your stomach

“layla, duh”

Sunghoon

he’s on the quieter side in terms of showing his love in public

as a way of showing you that he’s there for you and that you’re there for him

your pinkies are linked together while outside

neither of you really know how it happened but it did and it’s your way of holding hands 

especially when you’re ice skating 

you’ve gotten better with hoonie teaching you and when he skates at your pace, you hold pinkies

you’re out on a date and hoonie’s about to link his pinky with yours

his pinky is a literally millimeters away from linking with yours

when all of a sudden you bring up your arms

in that brief moment your pinky knocks against his 

but you don’t pay it any attention and do what you were about to show hoonie

you do a spin on the ice 

hoonie’s proud of his baby for being able to spin on the ice when just a few months ago you could barely skate

b u t 

he wanted to hold your freaking pinky :( 

the two of you continue to skate alongside each other and you’re starting to realize that it’s quiet

too quiet

“hoonie?” you ask 

he looks at you like “yeah?”

when you ask him what’s wrong he says nothing and just shrugs it off 

so you start to think to yourself about what went wrong

lightbulb! 

you extend your hand and he hesitantly takes it

you lift up your hands

and he spins you on the ice with your pinkies interlinked

Sunoo

sunoo is such a clingy, clingy, clingy baby

hugging you whenever he can?

Y E S 

kisses all over your face?

of course

playing with your hands any chance he gets?

every. single. day. 🤧

you’re out on a date at a mall and the two of you are sitting at the food court

while you’re eating with one hand, sunoo grabs the free one

he’s playing with the couples ring the two of you bought for your 6 month anniversary when you pull your hand away 

he looks at you with a frown

“that’s not nice, y/n-ah,” he mutters under his breath and you sigh,

“it’s not nice to distract people when they’re eating” you counter

he looks at you, a plan forming in his head

he then grabs your hand for the second time and then this man

takes your spoon

and while he’s holding your hand he decides to feed you with a triumphant smile on his face

it’s a win win for him since he gets to hold your hand and steal some of your food at the same time :)

Jungwon 

wonie hugs are very, very, very warm and comforting

yk his broad shoulders?

and that⌛️ waist?!

the only way to describe his embrace is safety

when he hugs you your arms go around his waist and he rests his chin on top of your head and you just fit like two pieces of a puzzle

and he feels the same way exact same way with you

to him your hugs are the part of his day that he can just let himself go

some nights the two of you are cuddling and he cries into your shoulder because of all the stress he faces

the only thing you can do is be there for him, rubbing soothing circles on his back

so yea, he loves hugging you 

you show up to the dorm, for dinner with him and the other members

when you walk in he extends his arms to hug you but you hear your name being called

so instead of hugging him you duck under his arm and go to the rest of the guys

he’s standing there dejected, arms going down to his side and he turns around looking in the direction you walked off to with that “ehh??” look 

so he follows you and then he sees you Sunoo giving you a hug

and is like excuse me?

he sticks closer to you than usual but you’re not really sure why since he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t mention what just happened literally just a few minutes ago

he’s not exactly mad... more like disappointed and jealous that you’d hug one of his hyungs when you didn’t hug him

as dinner goes on he acts like nothing’s wrong but deep down, he just wants a y/n hug :(

it’s getting late and while the boys are chatting, you rest your head on his shoulder when he then shrugs his shoulder which causes you to lift up your head

you look at him like

huh?

when he realizes just what he did but instead of apologizing he goes

“that’s what you get for not hugging me earlier” because he’s still kinda salty over it

you realize why he was acting weird so then you move and give a y/n hug to which he rests his chin on top of your head feeling kind of dumb that he was feeling that way earlier

which then causes ni-ki to tell the two of you to get a room

Ni-ki 

there’s this thing that he does when one of his hyungs touches his hair

he sorta leans into their touch kinda like a little meow meow (yoongi reference? 👀 ok anyways)

he’d probably be shy over hugs and kisses since he’s still young and isn’t really experienced in terms of dating

whenever you come over to the dorm, the two of you hang out in the living room since none of the other boys want either of you in a room alone so you both have to be somewhere they can see 

ni-ki’s the maknae and you get it + you don’t mind since it’s comfortable around them

whenever you’re on the couch, ni-ki does this thing where he lays his head on your lap but not your lap lap it’s like on one of your thighs I have no idea if that makes any sense-

you’d run your hand through his hair while he’s probably playing a game or something and it’d be quiet between the two of you but it’s one of those silences that you don’t need to fill

my heart is 💓💞💖💘 just thinking about it might write a riki hybrid au typa story soon idk ok back to the point of this post

so he does that thing where he leans into your touch 

even when y’all have a movie night, he ends up either laying his head on your shoulder or on your lap and your hand finds its place in his hair

it becomes a thing between you two and whenever you hangout

so you’re sitting on the couch one afternoon and everyone’s sorta doing their own thing while you’ve got your laptop with you and you’re trying to study/work on an assignment

ni-ki walks into the living room where you are, smiling to himself, and does that thing where he kinda giggles? idk 

so he makes his way to you and he sits down next to you but you’re too focused on what you need to do that you don’t even notice

ni-ki’s just about to lay his head on your lap but when you see it happening, you scoot away slightly at first he’s like what??

 and then before he knows it, instead of his head on your lap it’s on the couch

he looks up at you like “how dare you do this to me?@#$” and he clears his throat trying to get your attention

you pat his hair once but then he’s like juST one pat? and then he justs…

i kid you not this man claws at your hand

then he takes your hands and puts it in his hair and now you’re forced to do your work with one hand

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