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i-think-i-did-it-again · 8 months

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The Tour IX

Warning: swearing, make out, drinking, angst

Why the fuck did I do that? If all she wants to do is fuck my brains out a couple of times a day, I should let her and say thank you for it.

Colson paces around his hotel room, pissed at his stupid ego. He only shut you down because he was hoping you’d see him as more than just a fuck buddy. It felt dirty when you’d said it to him that it physically made his skin crawl. You deserved so much more than just a casual fling and he couldn’t believe you didn’t see that.

He was not in the mindset to put on a concert but he had to pull himself together. He had a quick shower, trying his best not to think about you as he cleaned his naked body. Every time he thought of you, he thought of your lips, your moans, your tight, wet pussy wrapped around his-

Stop fucking thinking about her!

Colson had to completely shut his brain off if he was going to get anything done. He shaved and jumped out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. He picked out an outfit to wear to the venue, his concert outfit already in the green room of the venue.

He’d thought it was ridiculous when Ashleigh had suggested letting a stylist pick out his concert outfits but now he didn’t mind so much. She had good taste and the clothes were usually pretty comfortable on stage. Besides, he already used her to design and choose his outfits for events so it wasn’t like he didn’t trust her to a certain point.

A knock at the door interrupts just as he’s about to pull his t-shirt on and he growls quietly to himself, feeling particularly irritable after his conversation with you. He throws the t-shirt on and stomps over to the door. He’s surprised to find a very concerned Rook and Ashleigh standing there, staring at him, burning fire and brimstone into his soul.

“What do you two want?” he asks with a gruff tone, turning and walking away without hearing their answer.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Ashleigh asks in a panic. That makes him sit up and pay attention. Ash never panics.

“No, why?” he looks between the two of them when no one makes any attempt to answer. “Would someone please fucking answer, you’re freaking me out.”

“No one has seen her since we left the venue. I thought she’d gone to her room to take a nap but I’ve been banging on her door for half an hour with no answer,” Rook explains before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. “No, she’s not in here.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the line and hangs up.

It doesn’t make any sense to Colson. Why wouldn’t you have come back from the venue when everybody else did?

Hello, earth to dumbass! Maybe because you were a dick to her and she didn’t want to be around you!

Colson swallows the bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of you alone, upset and wandering a city you don’t know. He pulls his phone out and tried calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. It’s not like you to just disappear. What if someone saw you and grabbed you while everyone was off in their own selfish fucking worlds.

“Didn’t she leave the venue with you?” Ash asks like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Colson immediately feels guilty.

“Um…no, we had a-a discussion and then I left to…to get something to eat and nap,” he quickly explains and they both eye him suspiciously.

“What kind of discussion?” Rook narrows his eyes at Colson and he’s never felt it before but suddenly he’s afraid of his best friend.

The sound of your voice echoing through the hallway sets everyone at ease. Colson, Ashleigh and Rook all stick their heads out to see you walking down the hallway, absentmindedly talking on the phone. When you look up to see three sets of eyes staring, you stop dead in your tracks.

“I’ll call you back,” you mumble into the phone to your friend. “Why are you all staring at me?”

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been calling you for hours!” Ashleigh is visibly frustrated and you’re not used to that emotion.

“Sorry, there was some drama at my old job and one of my friends called to vent.”

They didn’t need to know that you actually called her to sob about what Colson had said to you and that she was yelling at you to grow a pair, make the asshole sit up and pay attention. You consciously avoid his eyes, focusing only on Rook and Ashleigh’s gazes.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how long I was gone for. I’m going to call her back and get ready.”

You push past everyone and head to your room, ignoring their stares that follow you down the hallway, and close your door securely behind you.

“What the fuck did you do?” Rook turns back to Colson, a dark look taking over his usually soft features.

“What are you talking about?” Colson deflects nonchalantly.

“She couldn’t even look at you. What the fuck was this so called ‘discussion’ the two of you had? Did it have anything to do with you swiping her room key from Ashleigh that first night?”

That night seemed so long ago now that Colson had all but blocked it from his mind. He wanted nothing more than to allow the memory to come flashing back to his mind but he pushed it away as quickly as it popped up. He knew Rook was just being protective of his friend and he couldn’t fault him for that but what happened between you and him was your own damn business.

“No, now leave it the fuck alone,” Colson gritted through his teeth before slamming his door shut effectively ending the conversation, for now.

The after party that Baze was throwing in his hotel room was so wild, you didn’t know where to look. In one corner there was Rook and Baze doing shots off half naked women, in another corner there was guys playing flaming beer pong which seemed like the dumbest idea ever, in another part of the room there was couples playing swap the girlfriend and then there was a bunch of people in the bathroom playing bathtub karaoke. You stood awkwardly off to the side, half listening to Ashleigh and Sophie’s drunk conversation and half watching the festivities. You could feel Colson watching you, a group of women hanging off him and trying to hold his attention.

You didn’t recognise most of the people in the room except for your friends. There was a few familiar faces from backstage and a few friends of Baze’s from back home. A lot of bikey types with long hair, extensive tattoos and dark expressions. This party didn’t seem like their sort of scene but they swayed along to the music anyway. One of them caught your eye and smiled at you and suddenly he didn’t look so intimidating. You smiled and tipped your solo cup in his direction and he winked at you.

He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was tanned like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his rippling muscles perfectly. His tight black jeans showed off the muscularity of his thighs and his amazing ass. He either worked out a lot or was handcrafted by a Greek god.

He strides across the room, his gaze never leaving your face, and stands in front of you with a kind smile and warm eyes. You can smell his cologne and you can’t help but take a deep breath in. He’s even taller up close and if you had to guess, you’d assume he might even be taller than Colson.

“Hi,” the stranger calls out over the music.

“Hey,” you call back, standing on your tippy toes so he can hear you clearer.

“I’m Chase,” he holds out his large hand and you allow it to encapsulate your own.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

You notice a rather large rose tattoo on his right hand and you can’t help but stroke your thumb over it in admiration. Chase notices your interest and places his hand palm down in yours so you can study it closer.

“First tattoo I ever got, hurt like a mother fucker but I was pretty hooked after that,” he explains as you study the colouring and line work.

You look up his arms but frown when you notice no other tattoos. He smiles at you understandingly before lifting the bottom of his shirt to show toned abs and an extensive tattoo. You can only see part of it but you're pretty sure it leads the whole way up his torso. The bottom half of the tattoo appears to be the bottom half of a skull surrounded by more roses, all different colours. You can just make out the handle of a large sword that leads all the way up the length of his body.

“That must’ve taken forever to finish,” you eye the tattoo with approval, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it.

“Was a bunch of sessions spread over a few months but totally worth it. I’d be happy to show the whole tattoo some time,” he winks at you and you immediately blush.

You can still feel Colson’s stare on the side of your face and it takes all your strength not to flip him the bird.

You want to stare? I’ll give you something to look at.

You release your earlier self-control and reach out to run your finger over the edge of Chase’s tattoo. He watches as you trace his tattoo and suddenly the gesture feels way too intimate for a crowded room.

“I would love to see your tattoo but maybe not somewhere so public?” You look up at him with innocent eyes and his immediately light up at your invitation.

“Where did you have in mind?”

You take his hand and lead him to the door and down the hallway to your room. You unlock the door and slip both of you inside, feeling like you’re running away from something or somehow who’s following behind but you know it’s a stupid thought. When you’re alone in your room you’re suddenly hyper aware that even though Chase is a friend of Baze, he’s a complete stranger to you and now you’re alone in your room with him.

“Do you want something to drink?” you ask, slipping your way to the mini fridge that you stocked with your favourite drinks and a beer.

“Yeah sure, anything is fine,” Chase nods and sits down on the armchair near the fridge.

You pull out two beers and hand him one. You take a big sip for liquid courage and stare at the floor. When you make no attempt to speak, the room begins to fill with an uncomfortable silence.

“So how do you know everyone?” Chase asks politely.

“I went on a date with Rook once but we realise about halfway through the night that we were better off as friends,” you shrug, finding the story so embarrassing now that you see Rook more like an older brother than a friend.

“Oh so you’re not like secretly in love with him or anything?” he teases and you laugh but shake your head.

No, not Rook. Just his best friend.

“So, I’m pretty sure I was promised a tattoo viewing?”

The beer is mixing with the alcohol you’d already consumed and you’re starting to feel way more courageous. Chase grins a heartbreaking smile and places his beer on the floor beside him. He stands and lifts his shirt over his head, giving you a full view of his tattoo.

The top part of the skull has a red and black snake looping it’s way through the eye sockets, the colours so vibrant that it almost seems real. The flowers lead up around the skull, almost like it was dropped into a field of them. The sword is nestled between the flowers leading up to the middle of his chest. At the top of his chest is a banner that reads In rosa iaceat.

“What do the words mean?” you ask curiously.

“Loosely translated it means ‘let him lie on the rose’.”

You nod and move closer to him. You outline the entirety of the tattoo this time, not missing the way Chase’s breathing catches every time your fingertips move to a different aspect of the tattoo. His skin is warm and smooth but his muscles are hard. A complete juxtaposition. He smells even better up close. You stand on your tippy toes to study the Latin words sprawled across his skin. Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and brush your lips along the words. He rolls his head back and lets out a groan of approval. You don’t know why you do it but for right now, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to analyse, you just want to do.

You run your fingers up his arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He responds by placing his hands on your hips. You walk him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he sits. You straddle his lap, already feeling his hard cock under you. You lean forward slowly, teasingly, and press your lips gently to his. That’s when he takes over.

Chase wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you to him so your lips are firmly against his. He grinds up into you and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your t-shirt over your head and runs his hands down your back until he finds the clasp of your bra. He unhooks it and drops it beside you, taking your breasts in his large hands. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip before slipping it inside. You’re a furied frenzy of kisses, moans and hot breaths. Chase stands and just as he drops you onto the bed to hover above you, your door slams open causing your head to whip in its direction. A very pissed Colson stands in the doorway staring back and forth between the two of you. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and stare wide eyed at him.

“Get out,” he breathes in an eerily calm voice.

Chase looks down at you for a second before looking back at Colson. Without saying a word, he stands, grabs his t-shirt off the back of the chair and squeezes past Colson’s unmoving frame.

Before you even have a chance to tell Colson to get out and go fuck one of his groupies, he’s across the room and on top of you in a second. His lips find yours and his desperate kisses are so tempting you almost give in.

“Get the fuck off me!” you screech at the top of your lungs and Colson immediately leans back so you can wriggle off the bed.

You pick your bra and shirt off the floor and redress yourself. Without even looking at him, you storm back to the party in the hopes that Chase hasn’t left. You search the room and spot him standing with the group of men he started with except Baze, Rook and Slim are also in the group now too. You slip in between Chase and another guy, wrapping your arm around his waist. He looks down at you in surprise but drapes his arm over your shoulders and pulls you to his side. Rook quirks an eyebrow at you but you just smile.

Screw Colson. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck, doesn’t mean I’ll go without sex for the next 3 months.

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dreamescapeswriting · 1 year

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I’ve Been Waiting For You ~ MYG

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.6K

⤜ PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: pregnancy trope, pregnancy announcement, reader is famous, use of song “i’ve been waiting for you” mamma mia 2/ABBA, soft, sweet, cute moments together

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

They say that pregnancy heightens all of your emotions and that couldn't have been more true than right now. While those around you all worked on what was about to happen you felt as though you were going to vomit all over the place - and it wasn't the morning sickness making you feel that way. Yoongi had told you if you weren’t ready then the two of you could always postpone doing this announcement but it was now or never. The fact of the matter was, you were getting too big to keep it a secret much longer and if you didn’t do the reveal tonight sooner or later someone was going to start asking questions.

“You’re sure about this?” Yoongi questioned, his hands landing on your waist as his thumb began to rub in small circles, the action was enough to calm your mind full of racing thoughts and worries that you were experiencing just for a few seconds.

“It’s now or never,” You breathed out, you still weren’t exactly 100% sure about this, in fact, the one thing you were certain about in all of this was that people were going to be conflicted about the pregnancy. While some were going to adore the fact that you and Yoongi were expecting you knew that many others weren’t going to have the same mindset about it all. Maybe even get angry at you for "taking away their boy".

“Say the word and we’ll run away to the mountains,” There was a tremor in Yoongi’s voice which put your mind at ease to know that your husband was also nervous about the whole ordeal. The last thing either of you wanted was your fanbases to attack the other, or either of you for that matter.

“Stage is ready,” A stagehand said before you could reassure your husband about this, you nodded and smiled over at the red-headed stagehand who was quick to run back into their position. Holding onto Yoongi’s hand with one hand and your bump with the other you took in one long calming breath, holding it for just a few seconds before letting it go and letting your mind relax. Nothing was going to change the fact that you loved Yoongi and this baby with all of your heart, body and soul, that was what you had to keep reminding yourself. No matter what, this was what mattered most.

Once Yoongi let go of your waist the dress you were wearing flowed down your body, masking the bump beneath the flowy blue fabric so no one would be able to tell you were pregnant right up until the perfect moment.

“Knock 'em dead,” Yoongi winked at you as he slipped his hand into yours, giving it a small encouraging squeeze as you walked together toward the left side of the stage. The arena was packed full of screaming fans of yours, not to mention some of ARMY were visiting too as they always did in case Yoongi came out for a surprise performance - which he was of course...only they didn't know it.

The first four songs had gone by without a hitch, you started with some of your more popular songs that didn’t require a lot of jumping and dancing around on the stage, you mostly stuck to the ones that you needed to stand still for.

“For this song, I wanted to do a cover piece. It’s a song I haven’t been able to get out of my head lately,” You spoke into your microphone as stagehands began to bring out a mic stand for you to use, you nodded and thanked them quietly as you gauged around the room to see what people thought for now. They seemed pretty happy so far with everything that was happening so you let out a relaxed breath,

“Three two one…” You whispered as the chords to “I’ve been waiting for you” began to play on the piano, Yoongi sitting soundly behind it as he played happily to himself. This was something the two of you had been working on behind the scenes, something you thought might bring a little more joy with the news of your expected baby.

“I...I have known love before, I thought it would no more. Take on a new direction,” Your eyes locked with Yoongi’s behind the piano as you sang out the words perfectly, fans began to call out your name and Yoongi’s as they noticed who was playing.

“Still, strange as it seems to be, it’s truly new to me. That affection,” As you sang the line you slowly turned out to look at your fans, some of them were already crying and swaying side to side in time with the music while others were recording the events.

You had no doubt that some were already beginning to piece together the clues about this performance.

It was an entire surprise from the start, it wasn’t a concert just a small get-together in a small arena that would hold 500 fans and the whole thing was being streamed for free online so everyone had a chance to see. Internet sleuths were already connecting dots before the announcement of your concert since you’d dropped off the face of the planet for the last 6 months.

As the chords and your voice continued the worries you’d been having dissolved away as you focused on the lyrics, none of them more true since you were so excited to start this new chapter with Yoongi and your child. The song progressed and it seemed many people in the audience were noticing that you weren’t covering the ABBA version of the song but the Mamma Mia one. Screaming erupted louder than before and you smirked over at Yoongi.

“I’ll carry you all the way. And you’ll choose the day when you’re prepared to greet me.” You held out the notes, a little shakier than you would have liked but you smiled down at the crowd, placing the mic into the holder.

“I’ll be a good mum, I swear. You’ll see how much I care. When you meet me,” A simple tug on your gown around your waist and your bump was on display for all the see, you could have sworn you’d never heard such loud screams at once of your concerts before. The song continued as fireworks began to pop all around the stage, behind Yoongi a small video began to play on the big screen.

Videos of you surprising Yoongi with your pregnancy tests, quickly sliding to videos of your ultrasounds and doctors appointments right up until the latest addition of your home movie which was Yoongi attempting to build the crib. He was sat on the floor surrounded by different parts glasses pushed up to his nose with a deep frown embedded on his forehead.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” You sang out the last words, your voice completely cracking as you began to break down into happy tears on the stage. Yoongi was quick to come out from the piano and hold you while soft music played in the background, backing tracks filling the stage so it wasn't a completely awkward silence.

“As you can probably guess by now, we’re expecting,” Yoongi chuckled into your mic as you sobbed into his chest not caring if you stained his white shirt with makeup, you were just allowing yourself to feel vulnerable in front of everyone.

A string of congratulations erupted through the arena as you were slowly calmed down from your bundle of tears, laughing softly as you looked out at some of the fans that were crying along with you.

After the announcement, you and Yoongi did a couple of your songs together before calling it a night and ending the concert with a massive thank you to those who were with you and supported you.

“I told you that it would be fine,” Yoongi whispered as the two of you cuddled together on the sofa - you were tucked between his legs, his hands were resting on your bump while your head was resting on his chest. All that could be heard were screaming fans and the cleaning crew outside of the doors, you couldn’t have been happier with how the evening had gone.

“I distinctly remember you telling me we could cancel if I was too worried,” You poked his sides making him shiver and shake from side to side while holding you, he let out a small whine. That was true but he had his reasons for it, he never wanted this to have bad repercussions to all of this.

“I couldn’t help it. I was scared about people reacting poorly to it all,” He admitted to you, your hand gently resting atop of his as you gently run your thumb along his knuckles enjoying the way your hand felt against his. There was nothing more perfect than this moment you had together, complete silence as you relaxed with each other, enjoying the comfort of one another.

“It’s done now, all we have to do is relax and welcome our little one into the world.” You reminded him, gently rubbing his hands over your bump until you felt a kick and you let out a small grunt at the sensation,

“Going to be a footballer,” Yoongi smirked, tapping where the baby had kicked trying to get another kick out of the little one while you pouted at him. While Yoongi enjoyed the fact that his baby was active inside of you, it didn't help with your constant needing to pee or being unable to get comfortable so you let him have a little fun for a while before stopping.

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panoralis · 5 months

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⋆⠀⠀RAISE OUR GLASSES.⠀⠀ ┉ ⠀⠀ DECEMBER 2021

“⠀⠀ AND IN THE END, even saints can admit her fault was staring through the wrong shade of lenses. ⠀⠀”

STARRING. hwang haein .. bang chan .. mention of kalaya cherinsuk and hwang gyuri

CW(S). arguments, possible toxic mindset (particularly when it comes to work and personal relationships), initial refusal to accept accountability, swearing, emotional injuries

MONA SAYS. welcome to the mini trilogy i unofficially title ‘the happiest girls’ !! i’ve had this planned for a while now then ended up writing this at like.. google docs said 1:08 a.m. slides that out of the way let’s just go with early. also yes, the formats are inspired inspired by fiixion’s ocs and moirtre ♡

UNKNOWN, 10:03 P.M: can you meet me here? UNKNOWN, 10:03 P.M: haein, i don’t want us to dissolve so easily UNKNOWN, 10:03 P.M: please give me this chance

haein swears she blocked his number. but in this universe, she doesn’t have the power to enforce the same command on his manager. it’s not a surprise anymore—he’s clearly mastered the art of finding loopholes.

without the bustling students weaving between the machineries of the arcade, or kids accidentally knocking people’s legs during their endeavor to get on the little rides, it doesn’t take long for haein to find him. he’s so predictable; silently leaning against the wall beside the photo booth.

..seven, eight, nine.

it takes the anxious man seven flashes of his lockscreen, eight deep breaths, and nine flicks across the space before his gaze finally catches her. knowing him too well, haein can see the specks of relief that shimmer upon his cocoa-tinted irises. was he truly so worried that she wouldn’t show up like he desperately expected?

funny.

“you came..” the words barely squeeze past bang chan’s lips. his impulsive thoughts kick in; strongly tempting him to hug her. “you’re here-”

“-to officially put an end to this.”

haein can’t remember the last time she let her professional persona bleed into her personal life. clearly, neither does the male idol, for the hope in his face is ruthlessly erased. he can strain his muscles as much as he wants—the corners of his lips won’t reach his dimples.

just this once, she’ll let him grasp her arm and lead her to the vacant space between the photo booth and row of motorcycle racer stimulators. while she wants to nip the bud and return home already, the last thing anyone needs is a scandal.

“no, haein- please..” he begins to plead again. “i know you understand me when i say that i was trying to protect everyone.”

hitting back with a scoff, the noirette retorts, “you call concealing the truth from inka—someone who looked up to you, trusted you—protecting her? spare me the bullshit, chan. you had so many chances to be honest with her. and yet, even when you got caught, you still spun the narrative on her; ‘made her feel like she was too young to face it.”

and there his hand goes—fixing the edges of his beanie despite it not being a distraction in the first place. haein has experienced enough fights with him to spot the tell-tale signs: a shadow covers the warm gleam in his eyes, his attention is abruptly averted to things surrounding him, and he bites his tongue to refrain from saying something he will regret-

“why are you even on her side? i’m your boyfriend, aren’t i? you should be assuring me that i did what was best for the group.”

(oh? oh, sounds like the eve of new year is already trickling into.. certain people’s personas.)

“no chan, you’re a hypocrite.” haein states without hesitation. “look at us, we began dating even though you still have that dating ban in place. what makes us different from inka’s situation, huh?”

stunned, the once candid male doesn’t have any words to spill. but his girlfriend still has plenty.

“i may not know inka as well as gyuri does, but what i do know is that you didn’t have the right to meddle with her personal affairs. you kept acting like she’s this fragile doll that in the end, you were the one who shattered her into fine fragments.”

her sharp words cut so deep, the strings of frustration that tried to move bang chan are cut seamlessly. no longer is his common sense eclipsed by undeserved self-assurances, yet everyone knows the importance of timing.

so haein forces him to reap the consequences by watching her walk away—from him, his recklessness, and their previously sturdy relationship.

sure, she’ll listen to him call her name, sprinkle some ‘don't go’ too. she’ll feel the hurt he blends with desperation while trying to get her back. and she’ll look back once to notice the tremors in his hands as he tries to reach out for her.

but the young woman had just finished dressing the cuts littered across her skin. they’re not very pretty.. then again, witnessing the man you love shatter the foundation of your story so easily isn’t either. still, if he ever gathers the audacity to ask her again, she’d let him know her preference.

she wants to draw stars around her scars, not layer them some more.

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chidoroki · 9 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 121

Chapter 121: "Isn't This Great"

It's kinda scary how they're so excited about violence and destroying this world, like I know y'all have experienced harsh times here and just wanna live in peace but damn.

When someone as logical as Ray starts to believe in the new plan then you know it's gotta be a more optimal strategy. The Seven Walls is a big bag of surprises on its own anyway so they're not entirely wrong to be skeptical about it either.

I know they're worried for Emma and it's very sweet that they see Norman's plan as a way for her to finally relax after everything she's done for them up to this point, but it's not like she's been doing absolutely everything on her own either. Yeah everyone is following her as their leader, but the whole family is supporting one another as well, whether it's proving food, safety, healthcare or assisting with gathering information about the human world, WM, the Seven Walls, etc.

And yet something about their praise towards Norman kinda bothers me, or at least the timing of it and how they word it. Everyone was just saying how Emma was doing so much for them but now with Norman here, he's gonna do even better "this time for sure." Emma was already doubting her choices back during & after the shelter raid, do we gotta lead her down the same train of thought again? Our girl is doing her absolute best! It's not her fault a few people died while she was in charge.

Words can't express how glad and relieved I am that Ray notices her bluff.

It's such a tiny panel too but I'm glad the anime remembered to include it anyway. Very important for the upcoming chapters.

I love that we get a moment away from all the drama and just see the kiddos all excited as they explore paradise. They definitely deserve some luxury after the stressful trip they enduring to get here.

Affectionately blaming Tag because this is all I can think about whenever I see this panel of Norman.. I still dunno why I find it so funny to this day, but yeah.

It's beyond precious to see the trio play chess together again, even if Ray's acting like their parent. Deep down he knows he can't say no to them. Just give in, sweetie!

I hate this speech bubble so much! Let me see my boy's cute sleeping face!! He's probably feeling so safe and content around his two favorite people in the whole world, I'm certain he's got a big smile on his face as well.

Favorite panel/moment:

The younger kids are so cute when asking Norman which name he prefers. They wanna be so proper and don't wanna make him upset or annoyed by saying the wrong thing. It's so heartwarming to see him drop the facade around his family though.

And they're so relieved by it too! Just to have him act as their older brother again! (Ray actually imagining him as a giant is hilarious.)

Absolutely one of my favorite panels of this lad, not even solely because he's getting tackled and knocked down by so many kids but also with the happy look on everyone's faces.

And I especially love Anna, Sandy & Paula's reactions to finally seeing Norman; from the dramatic pause to their totally shocked expressions. Even Hayato is taken off guard as he's certainly never seen the boss act like this before. (it's a bit odd though because Paula was shown touring paradise with the others a couple pages ago so why is she suddenly surprised here? I know she and the other two were taking care of Chris & Dominic earlier and missed the initial reunion, but whatever.)

Don and I got that same mindset.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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twentyfive-takefive · 4 months

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How I'm Entering 2024: Tips + Tricks I'm Implementing Next Semester and the New Year

From graduating high school to finishing my first semester of college, I'd say that a lot happened in 2023. I closed one academic chapter and started a new one, learned anything and everything I could get my grubby little hands on, and took in so many new experiences just being a student. I wouldn't trade 2023 for the wold.

At the same time, this shift left me frazzled once I was able to take a break from the hustle and grind of college. I mean, I went from a set schedule and needing to ask my parents for permission to do things from being left to my own devices in a new town for school where everything was on me to get to tomorrow. (I literally got a job on campus? And my family didn't know until I told them a month after I got it? Crazy, right?) I almost lost my sense of time when I was in school, and possibly my sanity if I'm being honest.

With 2024 being the first year with two semesters exclusively in college, let's take a list to see what I'm bringing into 2024 to bring me back to reality. From tips and tricks to mindset shifts, let's end 2023 with a bang and start 2024 on the right foot.

Having Consistent Rituals

2023 brought a lot of instability with the anxiety of college admissions, fears of graduation and the unknown that came with it, and how my life got uprooted when college came around. Let's just say, I didn't have a lot of things happen twice. I couldn't even predict what would happen next!

What brought me solace last semester were my morning and nighttime rituals. It was the consistency and accountability that I had to hold myself to within these rituals that brought me relief and calm. These signaled in my head that it was the start of my day, or to get ready for bed. I knew that was what I needed to maintain in other aspects of my life.

Now, notice how I specified that these were "rituals" and not "routines". Yes, these physical actions came out of a routine, but the routine came from the mindset that these were rituals honoring myself. These rituals honored my health, beauty, and well-being. In 2023, the only ritual I had was my skincare routines. The cleansing of my face washed off my worries of the day, and the moisturizing of my face protected me from the impurities of my environment.

Skincare was the only ritual that I had in 2023. It was my rock, knowing that me, my products, and the mirror were the only things in the world when I had them. In 2024, I'm expanding that mindset to journaling and fitness. They say your body is a temple, why not honor it when you can?

Time-Blocking

Time-blocking is the act of dividing your day into specific blocks of time. Rather than having a to-do list that expands throughout the day, each time block is designated for the tasks you set up for yourself the day before. This leaves you with time to actually do the tasks you've planned before instead of thinking of what to do on the fly and suddenly remember what you need to do.

The trick to time-blocking is figuring out the priorities of certain tasks. For a student like me, these tasks can be homework for my classes, figuring out topics for club meetings, organizing playlists and talksets for my radio show, coming up with drafts for this blog, et cetera, et cetera. With homework, there's also how to prioritize all my classes as all my classes are equally important. Should the homework that I can knock out in less than 10 or so minutes go first or last? Are there any classes that I'm not doing too well in? These are a lot of questions that need to be asked.

In 2023, I had a to-do list that forever expanded and never ended. I couldn't see myself ever finishing all my tasks, even if I did because there's always something else to do. In 2024, I'm making sure I can do what I can do to stay efficient and spare time for myself.

Romanticizing Studying

Thanks to Molly from @berry-notes for this, but romanticizing studying will be IN for 2024. I know that I personally could never romanticize studying because I knew that I'd stay distracted and find something else to do while I'm supposed to be studying. There's so many ways to romanticize studying, especially when you read her quick tips. The tips that stuck out to me were mini-vlogs, study drinks, and finding a study place.

These tips tie back into the consistent rituals that are coming with me in 2024. A study space is the physical shrine where I honor my academic talents. Study drinks are sacrifices to fuel my sessions. And mini-vlogs? Well, they're just darn fun. I love a good content session. After all, I run a studying blog for Christ's sake. In 2023, I barely studied. In fact, I don't think I did any deep work for over an hour each week. That's a bit concerning.

(Molly, if you're reading this, good luck with NYU! I hope you get in!)

2023 was a year that I think many of us would like to forget, mostly because of the defining events that came out over the years. If you ask me, 2023 is a year I'll never want to forget. I graduated high school and started college! This year brought so many adventures that I'll cherish forever. I can't wait for what's in store for 2024.

That's all I have for today. If you like what you see, follow me here, on Instagram, and X/Twitter. More blogs are on the way!

#twenty five take five #study o'clark #studyblr #studyinspo #student #university #new year's #2024 tips

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chuuyajacksonsfedora · 1 year

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Receptionist

Osamu Dazai. A womanizer, a spoiled rich kid, a player, some even thought he secretly helped his dad with business in the underground. That's how people would describe the tall brunette. Rumors, though some were true. They didn't need to know that though.

Dazai walked down the hall of the 12 floor as one of the assistants from the neighboring corporation harassed him.

" The Boss went and got himself a receptionist? What's wrong with Elise?" Dazai asked.

" Did you even hear what I said?" Kunikida scolded.

" About my dad's receptionist?" Dazai questioned.

" That's not all I said! I said that Mori wants to introduce you to the new receptionist and talk to you about the new business deal with the AYC!" The blonde yelled.

" I wonder if she's hot." Dazai muttered.

(the receptionist is chuuya and NOT a girl.)

" Such an unhealthy mindset towards women." Kunikida scowled. " Well we're here. Go and find your father. I'll see when I do."

With that the blonde left.

Humming, Dazai opened the front door to Mori's office without knocking. The front part of the office now had a dark wood desk that had different documents and papers on it already. Looks like that gives Dazai the chance to bug her while she's busy. Even better.

Looking at the vacant office chair behind the receptionist desk, Dazai noticed that whoever this girl was, she wasn't here yet. Sighing, he walked over to the second door that led to his father's main office. Opening the door once again and still not knocking he saw his dad sitting behind his desk as usual.

Dazai also saw a woman with beautiful auburn waves sitting across from his father.

" Aw, Osamu! I see you didn't knock as usual." He frowned.

" How would you know it was me if I did?" Dazai smiled menacingly.

Ignoring Dazai, Mori just got to the point. " Chuuya, I want you to meet my son Dazai."

The ginger turned around to look at Dazai and smiled. " Hi, I'm Chuuya Nakahara."

" A boy?" Dazai raised an eyebrow.

The slight disappointment was erased by the surge of accomplishment Dazai got when he saw Chuuya's reaction.

" Who knew a boy could look so cute when he gets mad?" Dazai smirked.

" Osamu!" Mori warned.

" No, it's alright boss. Dazai-san is one of my superiors, correct?" Chuuya spoke calmly though he still seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve as a glint of anger showed through.

" Yes but just let me know if he bothers you." Mori answered.

" Of course, boss." Chuuya smiled before he stood up and put his hand out. " Nice to meet you, sir."

Dazai shook his hand and grinned. 'This will be fun.'

" Well now that you two have met you are free to sort yourself out, Chuuya."

Chuuya bowed and left the room, ignoring the eyes of a certain brunette that checked him out.

" He's really pretty, for a boy." Dazai commented.

" I chose him because he's well qualified. And if he were to be a girl you would have scared him away." Mori glared.

" What makes you say such things, Mori." Dazai tilted his head to the side in a fake display of confusion.

" Watch your mouth, boy. And you know exactly what I mean. Now play nice with him." Mori spoke in warning.

" Yeah, yeah. I'll be very gentle with my new toy, father." And with that Dazai left his dad's office.

Walking into the outer office Dazai saw Chuuya sorting out the papers on his desk. The brunette walked over and messed up one of the neatly stacked piles of folders before walking around the desk and leaning over the ginger.

" You already look so busy on the first day, Chuu~ya~," Dazai sang annoyingly.

" Well it wouldn't be a very good job if I wasn't." Chuuya was struggling to keep from chewing Dazai out and he could tell.

Such an exiting little thing. He makes Dazai want to see how far he can push him.

" I guess you're right, chibi~. But you could busy yourself in so many other ways." Dazai looked down at Chuuya's lips then at his blue sapphire eyes.

For a split second Dazai was caught in the ocean blue of his irises. It was as if the bluebell pools glistened even in the poor office lighting.

" Are you finished staring, sir?" Chuuya glared with those gems that he calls eyes.

" I don't think I ever will be." Dazai decided to tease.

" Sir," Chuuya clenched his fist.

" Call me that again. I like hearing it come out of such soft looking lips." Dazai smiled. He could tell that the ginger was getting angrier by the second.

" It's an honorific. Don't sexualise it, s-." Chuuya cut himself off earning a whine from Dazai.

" Aw, no 'sir'?" Dazai pouted.

" I have work that I need to do and I'm sure that you do as well." Chuuya looked away only to have his chin grabbed and used to turn his head back to face him.

" I could be doing you but the real work would be getting you into bed first." He hummed.

" Why you little-," Chuuya grabbed Dazai's collar and pulled him closer angrily. " You listen here you perverted bean pole. I was willing to take as much bullshit as possible today seeing as though this is my first day but I have had it with you. I'm not interested and don't plan to be so why don't you find somebody else to harass?"

" So feisty~, just like an angry little dog." Before Dazai knew it he had been not slapped but punched across the face.

" I'm not a little dog! Now shut that big mouth of yours and leave me alone."

Wow. Is it wrong that Dazai kind of likes it when the red head is rude to him? He doesn't like men, right? He likes girls. If he needed to describe what he wanted his partner to look it would be sapphire blue eyes that could reflect any emotion, curly ginger waves that looked like autumn, a cute face with the faintest scatter of freckles across HER nose, she would have such a cute angry expression and-oh...shit.

" Stop staring at me!" Chuuya fumed.

" I'm not staring so don't flatter yourself." Dazai needed to ignore this crush and fast.

" Really? Well looks like I did knock some sense into you." Chuuya looked so adorable when he was confused.

" No, you just aren't worth the trouble. I'm not into guys anyway." Dazai backed away from the ginger and walked back across the desk.

" Well then you're a wonderful actor, sir. You really had me there." Chuuya smiled.

After that day Dazai came to work a lot more and could be found teasing and bickering with the receptionist. Dazai never could get those eyes out of his mind but it was a lot better than the dark thoughts that lingered. One day when Mori was going on a business trip he told Dazai to fill in for him while he was gone.

Not much was happening during the bosses absence. Well...not work related at least.

Dazai had Chuuya laying down on the large desk with one leg over his shoulder and the other around his waist as Dazai fucked into his tight heat. Moans bounced off the sound proof walls along with the sound of the brunette's hips meeting the gingers.

" You're so fucking good, Chuuya." Dazai groaned.

" S-shut the hell up and go faster, bastard." Chuuya gasped as Dazai slapped his ass and kissed him violently.

" Show some respect, you slut. All spread out on your superiors dick like that."

Chuuya couldn't help but make pleasurable sounds being the masochist that he is before moaning out a, " Yes, sir~."

" Good. Now tell me how good this feels. How much you want it~," Dazai quickened his pace.

" Oh, shit~! Yes, I want you to fuck me harder! So fucking good-It feels amazing,sir!" The ginger gasped out.

" Such a good boy. You like when I tell you how good you've been? Staying so nice and quiet while you sucked me off under the desk while I was talking with Yosano."

Chuuya writhed at that.

" Please, sir~." Chuuya begged.

" What do you need, baby." Dazai grabbed a fistful of the auburn locks and forced Chuuya to look at him.

" Please let me cum. I've been so good." Chuuya whined.

" You have, haven't you. Go ahead." The taller male grinned as he came up with an idea. He just had to hold his own release in a little longer.

With that Chuuya came over his chest but Dazai just gripped his hips harder and fucked into the ginger deeper and with more force.

" Dazai! Y-you fucker!" Chuuya cried in overstimulation.

" What did I tell you? Such a naughty dog I have~,"

" Why you-AhH~!" Chuuya cut himself off.

The thrusts had Chuuya squirming and tightening around Dazai's length and Dazai couldn't help but groan and hold his release just so that he could feel him a little longer. The little red head made holding back impossible when he was massaging Dazai's cock like that and he soon found himself spilling inside the ginger.

After that Dazai allowed Chuuya to remove his leg from his shoulder and leaned forward to just bask in the afterglow.

" So annoying..." Chuuya mumbled.

" You love it." Dazai smiled as he began to kiss Chuuya's neck.

" How I wish I could tell you that you're wrong like usual." Chuuya smirked.

" I love it when you get cocky. It's a rare look on you."

" I thought you loved it when I got all flustered and defensive?" Chuuya asked.

" I love everything about you." Dazai placed a soft kiss onto Chuuya's lips.

" I love you too. Even though you're a very annoying mackerel."

" So mean, Chibi! How could I ever fall for such a brutish chihuahua!?"

" Never mind, I hate you." Chuuya scowled.

" Aw, I hate you to~!"

With that Chuuya hit Dazai. Such a complicated relationship they have.

#chuuya #dazai #bsd #soukoku #chuuya x dazai #dazai x chuuya #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #oneshot

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May 20 - 2023

8:14 AM

I haven’t been writing here because I haven’t felt the need. I got tired of re-hashing the same thoughts and feelings over and over. Instead of writing about the same thing again, I chose not to write at all and act on things instead. Sometimes I feel talking about what I’m going to do about certain things stop me from actually doing what I said. I do regret not writing about how my days went, that will always be new and relevant. I will try harder with that in the future.

I guess I can write about yesterday for now. I took yesterday off so I could take a gummy 2 days before, which went well. In the morning I woke up with the intent to play Zelda which I did for a little bit but then I wanted to finish a drawing that was almost done. Then I did a little more Zelda and took my shower. In the middle of cooking lunch my power went out for about 30 minutes. Luckily I did not get very scared, I was proud to see how prepared I was for it. It feels like I’ve mostly dismantled the kinds of thought processes that would result in extreme anxiety in a situation like that. I just didn’t feel the need to worry, I wasn’t getting stuck in my own head about it. It came back on quickly and I did some more drawing so I could finish a second picture. I had drawn TWO naughty pics of me and the bestie, partly because they were both so close to being finished already. I always worry how sexual I can make myself seem even though drawings like that are often not horny-driven or anything like that. I think it is known that I am not going degen mode just because I do a drawing or two for future reference. After that drawing, it was TOTK with Daisy all evening. We did a TON. We knocked out all the geoglyph locations and a little bit of shrine/tower hunting. Got to bed a little late but it wasn’t too bad. Definitely worth the time spent with my friend.

I tend to try not to name drop here but I want to get over that. I guess I limited myself because it is a public journal and it felt appropriate to make everything anonymous but I can’t think of a good reason why it’s actually a good idea. It’s not like I’m shit talking people either, I wouldn’t write anything here about someone that I wouldn’t say directly to them. From now on I’d rather let my connections shine through as an obvious part of my life because they are.

12:12 AM

Today was pretty good. I remember waking up and playing Zelda, it was a chill morning. I also worked on an avatar and ended up finishing the whole thing today despite feeling like I wasn’t in the right mindset for it. I got sidetracked a lot. Then there was more Zelda and afterwards a lackluster nut in the shower but boy did my body need it. I hung out in my new friend’s discord server for a little bit. This evening was a lot of drinking and a happy little VRchat crossover episode with world hopping. I remember midday I felt pretty lonely, about the time I had been streaming Spyro. But that was all me and I knew it. It was the kind of “I have people to hang out with but I’m still lonely” kind of thing. I got over it after getting in VR. Now I’m getting to be a tiny bit late which is impressive on a drinking night like tonight. I have both my forks dirty but they need to soak so I can’t wash them until morning, and also have nothing to soak them in. I’m feeling really mushy and as much as I like to use words to get that out, I prefer to channel everything I’m feeling into projects. Projects I wish I could talk about but I know it would be best to just do them. So I will.

I feel like a plane that was stalling but is finally getting back under control. In a grand way.

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girlbossrichie · 2 years

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bruno madrigal x gn!reader where they were childhood sweethearts and they see eachother again

a/n: YASSSSS LETS TALK ABOUT BRUNO anyways i love you whoever sent this anyways

All I Need (Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader)

Your summer was spent running around with Bruno. No matter the time, or the weather, Bruno always showed up at your window every day, and the two of you would go out on one of your rebellious adventures. Maybe you'd go stargazing, pointing out constellations and shooting stars to him, and he would always stare at you, coming up with corny reasons as to why he was staring. You would pretend to cringe at them, but you secretly loved them. 'I have all I need in the universe right next to me', 'I swear I can see a sky full of stars in your eyes', etc. Maybe you'd go to the beach, splashing each other, daring each other to touch the fish, and ending the days with picnics, eating food the two of you made together, and drinking champagne Bruno would sneak out of his fridge.

What you had thought was a summer fling turned into a blooming romance, which lasted for years to come. Your 'thing', so to say, was Bruno would always be knocking at your window, inviting you to go somewhere-- sometimes nowhere, with him. One thing was for certain though, you two never talked about his gift (except acting, of course.) That's the only boundary he had ever set with you. You were his safe place away from the pressures and fearful looks from the village and his family.

The last time he knocked at your window, he had asked if you two could stay in your house. You agreed obviously, you were adults now, you didn't need to go out on adventures much anymore. Hell, he didn't need to be knocking at your window, you lived alone in your own house. It was the night of when Mirabel hadn't received her gift. You wanted to talk to him about it, but you knew it was off limits unless he brought the subject up himself.

After he left, you noticed an envelope near the window. You opened it and found a letter inside.

'My Love,

I'm sorry I could not tell you this in person, I wanted our last night together to be a happy memory, so that when you think about, you'll only ever feel joy.

I'm leaving, and I can't tell you where I'll be. I do hope you miss me.

Yours truly,

Bruno.'

Ten years ago, that letter left you in shambles. You felt betrayed, angry, sad, any negative emotion the brain can come up with was wedging its way into your heart. 'I'm leaving and I can't tell you where I'll be' ? That's it? As one does when grieving, instead of trying to understand why he was leaving, you decided to forget about him. or at least pretend to. Which was easy as your whole village adopted the 'We don't talk about Bruno' mindset.

It was easy to not think about him. Until now, ten years later.

After the Madrigal family's house collapsed, the people of the village, including you, sent out to help the family rebuild their foundation. You had expected to go there, build some walls, and talk with your peers. You hadn't expected to see your sorta-ex-boyfriend standing there, and you had much less expected him to pull you away from the crowd to explain himself.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said, looking at you with a longing yet sad look. You could hardly bare to look in his eyes. You used to think those eyes held the secrets of the universe, now they were near lifeless, hollow indicators of the struggles he'd been holding in for the past decade. You wanted to fall into his arms, kiss him until the sun went down and the moon came out, so you could lay with him and see what you used to in his eyes.

But something in you wasn't gonna give up so easily. That feeling of betrayal and anger was rising back up, and the man who made you feel so many horrible things at once was right in front of you. Was he expecting you to forgive him? You scoffed at the thought.

Before he could ask why you were scoffing, you started speaking.

"I'm sorry too, Bruno." You started. "I'm sorry that I spent years of my life with you, just for you to disappear without even a proper goodbye!" You had nearly started shouting now, your voice raising with every word. "I can't believe that you could be so selfish that you'd just expect me to forgive y-" You abruptly stopped yelling when Bruno suddenly hugged you. Despite yourself, you hugged back.

"I really am so, so sorry y/n," he whispered into your hair. You two were holding onto each other like you were each other's lifelines, neither of you willing to let go.

"How do I know you won't leave me again?"

"Because," Bruno said, "I have all I need in the universe right next to me."

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yassssssssssssssss this was kinda goals anyways laterz

#encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x fem reader #bruno madrigal x male reader #bruno madrigal x gn reader #encanto x reader #madrigal family

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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Mentally I’m getting worse again (tho I try to do all the stuff I learned from two years in therapy to … prevent it from getting bad bad ), so I’ve only been thinking about how some of the Genshin characters would comfort me? So here have this, whatever this is, that I wrote at 2am on a night before I have 11am shift at work. Using you in all of this but honestly this is 100% self indulgent. I just want someone to cuddle with. Pretty sure most of this isn’t really in character and every point is vastly different from the others but hey, it is what it is. As long as I’m in my current mindset my stuff won’t be any better than this

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst I guess idk man, comfort i hope

Content warnings: depression (?) I don’t go too much into detail, don’t want to write out those negative thoughts HA but you know you are just not in a good spot in these, absolutely inconsistent writing, every character has to deal with a different stage of feeling depressed and yeah

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Yoimiya

Fun fact: my app crashed while writing this so thank the tumblr admins that you can restore posts you wrote after the app crashes one of the few good features of the app

Diluc:

Would definitely notice the first small changes in your behaviour, but wouldn’t think much of it in the beginning.

Maybe you are just tired? And even if not Diluc knows best that no one can always be chipper.

Still he doesn’t know how to act around you when you are sad / heading towards a depressive episode.

He would offer you his help, you just need to say what you need and he’ll give it to you.

Ah, but Diluc didn’t really consider at first that you would be too afraid to ask, even when he offered it to you.

One day he will directly ask you in the privates of your home if you are okay. At first you would try to brush it off, not wanting to be a burden on Diluc. You know how much he’s been through and that he also has his emotional scars… would be a bit selfish to dump it all onto him, wouldn’t it?

But oh, you’ve been dying to talk with someone about your feelings, craving a warm hug and words of comfort… so when Diluc doesn’t drop the topic you just let it all out.

He will take you in his arms and hug you, cuddle you, as long as you want. He’ll stroke your hair, quietly listening to your words, only small “mmmhs” and “it’s okay” leaving him, to reassure you that it’s fine for sharing it all.

When none of you talks all you can hear is his steady breath and oh, it’s so soothing.

Maybe you end up crying, while sharing all of it with him. All he does is to pull you closer into his chest, saying that it’s okay and tell you to let it all out.

Diluc hides his softer side from the people of Mondstadt, always hiding behind the more grumpy image some of him have, but he knows that it’s not good to run away from your own feelings. What you need to do is to feel them, do not try to push them aside because you are uncomfortable with them.

Generally he would be soft, kind and understanding. At first he might give you too much room, afraid he might be overstepping a boundary when he keeps pushing you in the beginning. Ends up in you isolating yourself / pulling away more, but once Diluc sees the pattern he will be more attentive to your needs and learn to differentiate between you needing space and you isolating.

Though please communicate with him better, he’s busy and if him having less time for you causes you distress you need to tell him, he might only notice it after the feelings festered.

Childe:

Oh boy - he hasn’t seen you in a while, Fatui duties you know, so when he knocks on your door one day he notices immediately that you are not in a good place.

This man - he cooks, he cleans, we all joke about him being the perfect husband but seriously. He sees the state of you, the state of your apartment and immediately helps.

Having spend the last week or two in a depressive state caused you to neglect your housework - the dirty dishes are everywhere and laundry keeps piling up. Not to talk about how you look.

Childe will make you a bath and while you’re in it he cleans. An immense help!!! Taking away a good chunk of thinks that made you feel just so overwhelmed and helpless.

The whole time he wouldn’t breach the topic of why it has come to that point, but now after you finished the bath and the apartment looks liveable again he asks you what’s wrong.

Honestly you don’t know yourself, you’ve been just lacking more and more energy to do the basic tasks and suddenly everything was a mess.

Will wipe away your tears and tell you “don’t cry, I’m here”, taking you in a hug.

When he’s around more, will he notice it when it slowly gets worse? Mmh, yeah!! He definitely notice when you are feeling more down, seeing how your interactions change and how your laughs become more forced.

In the beginning he will just try to make you feel all the “positive” feelings, not wanting you to feel any “negative” emotions at all

this man definitely represses his own trauma a lot and has a horrible way of coping with it so I doubt he would be the most emotionally intellectual person to help you through it

Though when you show that you don’t feel like showing your sadness aside and you just want someone to share it with / need some comfort he will adjust to your needs

Albedo:

Boy as impeccable observation skills, he will notice immediately when something is off.

However - he somehow struggles to understand your feelings. Like. At all.

When he asks you what’s wrong and you tell him that there is not a reason for your feelings, you just feel a bit depressed that’s all, he will not get it.

How do you feel a certain emotions without something causing it? There must be a reason for it.

And honestly he’s right there is always a reason for a certain feeling to arise, but sometimes they aren’t easy to understand for yourself or to spot, sometimes it’s just that your inner child needs a hug and it takes you three weeks and a metal breakdown to understand that this is all you needed… plus a good cry

He’s gonna be so awkward at trying to comfort you, making you feel better, at first. Trying everything out to cheer you up, he really doesn’t want you to feel bad. Asks around for advice what helps others when they are sad.

Honestly? The things he does, the small presents he gifts you - they are nice and make you feel loved, but it doesn’t make the bad feelings go away. Even worse it somehow builts up this immense pressure for you to get better quick because look! Albedo does nice things, he tries to help. He tries to figure it out. Why can’t you give him the results he hopes to get???

Only when someone (Timadeus for sure) finally tells Albedo that it’s not a special dish or flower or even place that helps with sad feelings - it’s that they remind them of something that’s comforting. Klee told him Dodoco helps when she’s sad, because Dodoco reminds her how much her mum loves her. So when people told him about certain foods or flowers - it was more because those were valuable for those individuals, doesn’t mean it has value to you. Most importantly is that he’s just there for you.

With that new bits of information he will try to adjust to your needs more, to learn what you need and to understand it.

He will be so upfront about it too, coming into your room and telling you that he’s been trying to make you feel better the past couple of weeks and noticing how your mood has not improved at all. Finally asks you what you need opposed to him only having asked why you feel that way

Will definitely make you cry with how he approaches the topic. When he apologises for making you cry you cry even harder at how soft he says it.

Albedo will remember what he was told, that it’s important to just be there for someone, so he will stay at your side, his hand on your back rubbing it while you are just sobbing.

After the tears have calmed down you can just be honest with him, tell him that you sometimes don’t know yourself what will make it better, that sometimes you just have to life with the feelings and accept them - but that his attempts really didn’t help.

He will apologise for putting more pressure on you, asking if you need a hug (something a lot of people have told him helps them but he was just to shy to actually try it out). After saying yes you both stay for a long time in the hug, the first thing in a long time to make you feel better.

Yoimiya:

My love, the light of my life, my future main - she would be SO good at helping you through an episode.

Notices the way you act towards her changes and immediately confronts you about it, afraid that something in the relationship is amiss until you tell her the truth that you are a bit depressed.

Canonically the one with the best communication skills, if you were to put her, Diluc and Kaeya in a room I’m 1000% sure those two would leave it as brothers again.

That said she can sometimes be a bit too overwhelming - she can talk a lot, but she’s a good listener too, but in her attempt to fix the issue she goes a bit overboard.

She’ll want you to talk it all out which isn’t a bad thing per se, but sometimes you just don’t feel like talking or that talking would help.

However the way Yoimiya is it will make you communicate with her more about how you feel and what you need - she kinda just seems to be more approachable and the kind of person you can pour my heart out to after meeting her on the toilets of a bar.

Will cuddle you as long as you need.

And honestly? 100% sure she would even make you a firework to cheer you up that you both watch from her favourite spot on a blanket while doing so (the cuddling!)

or you know maybe it’s just what I would really want to do with her when I’m depressed aka RIGHT NOW MAN

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appplepii · 3 years

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tears over beers (jean kirschtein x fem!reader)

genre: angst w a happy ending, fluff, modern au

warnings: unprotected sex, mouth spitting, praise kink kinda?? choking, etc VERY NSFW hehe, fuckboy eren (slight eren x reader), mentions of alcohol and drug use

word count: 4.1k

summary:

You don’t know your own worth, and Jean is getting sick of it.

Jean remembers the first time he ever laid eyes on you. He remembers the way his stomach flipped when you sat in the empty seat next to him and introduced yourself, a kind smile on your face. He also remembers the moment Eren walked in and caught your eye, and the dread that laid heavy in his chest when your cheeks grew pink. Despite the fact you had just met, he couldn’t help but have distain for the boy the moment he smiled back at you, causing you to become shy and flustered. Why weren’t you nervous to talk to him?

That’s a question the boy came to ask himself more times than he would ever admit, despite the fact that it’s been years. You and Jean had become a constant for each other, someone that was always there no matter what happened, or how much time passed. It was no question that you had become his best friend (except Marco, of course). There were certain things keeping you together that had Jean convinced it was fate keeping you in his life, from the moment you had graduated high school and decided to go to the same college that was hours away, to you working at his favorite coffee shop near the campus. That philosophy was not a strong willed one, being shot down every time you would tell him about a certain boy you were still hung up on. It was times like that that Jean thought maybe you in his life was a sort of punishment. What did he do to deserve the feeling of having what you want most in life in arms reach and never getting it?

Years had passed at this point though, and Jean got used to the feeling of pretending he didn’t care. It got easier over time, the boy had become accepting of his fate. He was, and always will be the best friend. It was a little hard on his pride, but it definitely beats not having you in his life at all. That’s why Jean thought he would be fine when he accepted the invite to Marco’s party in which the entire friend group had been invited. A part of him was excited, knowing it had been awhile since the last reunion. Another part of him thought about the fact that he would be there, and he felt frustration slowly build inside him.

“Ah, I’m so excited! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen everyone, huh?” The smile on your face made up his mind, knowing he could never say no to you. Jean chuckled and shook his head “Yeah yeah, it should be better than staying in that cramped dorm room doing homework” You furrowed your eyebrows, halfheartedly pushing his arm. “Oh shut up, not everyone has a mommy who can pay for a nice big apartment on this side of town.” You snickered, and Jean froze up, redness rising to his cheeks. “S-shut up! She has nothing to do with this, plus you know I’ve invited you to move in how many times now? I have an extra room that just sits empty, you know.” You shook your head and smiled “You know that my part-time job is not enough to cover rent and bills, Jean”. It was at this point Jean dropped the conversation, knowing he was fighting a lost cause. He tried explaining to you many times before he would let you stay for free, and Jean realized just how much you dislike charity work, even if it was never that to him.

“Anyway, are you ready yet? We’re gonna be late now.” Jean ranted, looking up at the ceiling and scratching the back of his head. “Yes, you can stop complaining you loudmouth.” You bent over and put on your heel, standing back up and flattening out the wrinkles in your clothes. It was then Jean had taken a proper look at you, taking in the nicest outfit he had seen you wear in a long time, albeit quite revealing. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, and he could feel himself go slightly weak in the knees. You really were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back up to your face (though unable to look you in the eyes). “Okay, we can take my car.” He grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, opening the front door and waiting for you to walk out first. Jean’s attention was brought back to you when he noticed your hesitation. His face grew a curious expression as he looked at you expectedly. “y/n? Are you-” “Are you sure I look okay? I mean.. Eren is gonna be there, do you think he’ll like my outfit?” Your eyes were glued to the ground, and your blush had become apparent as you played with your fingers.

Jean swallowed, pushing the dreadful and nauseous feeling from the fact you had been thinking about him down. He knew you had kept Eren in mind, but he wished he could ignore it just a little longer. “You look amazing, anyone who would pass up the chance to have you is a fucking idiot, y/n.” It was at this moment you made eye contact with the boy, the gentle smile he saw when he first met you making itself visible. “Thank you, Jean. I really couldn’t ask for a better friend.” Although you had meant it as a compliment to him, all it seemed to do was twist the knife he had in his stomach for so many years that much deeper. All he could bring himself to do was smile and nod, gesturing for you to go out the door to the car.

He unlocked the doors to his blacked out Camaro, the top coming down to reveal black leather seats (his favorite birthday present, that car was his baby.). After opening the door for you, something he had made a habit of these past years, he got into the drivers seat. Putting the car in drive, you connected your phone to Bluetooth. He always let you play the music whenever you drove together. “Ooo, I have to turn this up!” You said enthusiastically, pushing the system in his car to its limit as you screamed the lyrics and danced. Jean let his eyes leave the road for a moment to glance at you, his heart swelling at the way your hair flew around you face from the wind. He really did have it bad when it came to you.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure this is Marco’s new place. Should we head in now?” He asked, taking the keys out of the ignition and turning to stare at you. You heaved in a deep breath before fixing your hair in the mirror, and nodding to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go.” He said nothing as he got out of the car, immediately going to your door and opening it. That was something you had to get used to, you didn’t like to feel like you were of some importance. You let it go though, once you saw how insistent he was on doing it, ranting about how he had to be a gentleman or something like that. You grabbed the hand he offered out to you, standing up and walking to the front door of the home.

Jean didn’t bother knocking, instead opening up the front door and walking in like he owned the place. This didn’t surprise you though, besides yourself Marco was Jean’s closest friend. The two were like brothers and you knew Jean was excited to see him after so long. “Jean! I missed that stupid face, how are you, loser?” Ymir hooked an arm around the boy’s neck, clearly already slightly intoxicated. Jean let out a string of cuss words, wrestling out of the tall girl’s strong grip as you turned your attention to her much smaller girlfriend, Historia. “Hey Historia! It’s been awhile, huh?” You smiled at the girl. She had always been so sweet, and you thought her and Ymir balanced each other out perfectly. “It has! Although it doesn’t look like those two have changed much.” You laughed at the pair and how ridiculous they looked before turning your attention to the kitchen.

“Jean,” you tugged on this sleeve “will you come with me to get some drinks?” You didn’t let him answer, knowing it would be a yes. He silently followed you to the kitchen, smirking at himself when he realized how assertive you had become, especially when you used to be so shy. You began pouring yourself a shot of vodka, “Damn, this early?” Jean laughed as you shrugged your shoulders before downing the drink, wiping your lips on the back of your hand. “Look, we gotta get the night started somehow, right?” You raised your eyebrow as you held out the next shot you poured to his face. He gave you a smug expression, knowing you were challenging him although he has proven on more than once occasion that he can out-drink you. He kept quiet though, and threw the shot back with ease. You smiled at him, each of you taking one more just to get started.

“Oh shit, when did you get here dude?” Marco stepped into his kitchen, going straight to Jean and did a simple handshake. “Not too long ago. Anyway, look at you! Got this big ass place all to yourself, huh?” Marco shook his head and laughed, not good at taking praise. The two friends talked for awhile, Jean feeling himself relax with the slight buzz from the alcohol. It had been only a couple minutes the conversation lasted, you talking a little when you had been mentioned. Jean’s attention was pulled from Marco when he saw you tense up from the corner of your eye, noticeably becoming more shy than you previously were. His gaze followed yours, when he was met with the one thing he really hoped not to see.

Eren sat on the couch, leaning back into with his arms spread out against the back of it, a beer in his hand as he occasionally took drinks from it. Your stomach turned when you saw him because fuck, he looked really good. His black long-sleeve and jeans were simple, but maybe it was the bun he had in his hair that made you almost start drooling. It took everything in Jean’s power not to let out a scoff at how obvious you were being, and how stupid the entire situation was. “Just stop, Jean. It’s not worth it. She doesn’t want you.” His own thoughts definitely brought down his happy mindset, trying his best to ignore the sympathetic look Marco was giving him.

He watched as Eren’s eyes met yours, his smile growing as he gestured you over to sit next to him. You got impossibly redder as you nodded and smiled, looking up at Jean and silently asking if he was okay on his own. He didn’t hold back his scoff at that, waving you off. “These are my friends too, remember? I’ll be fine, go ahead.” Your smile widened as you immediately turned and bee-lined to where Eren was sitting. The pain Jean felt had a sort of sick nostalgia to it, reminding him of the day he witnessed the blush on your face when Eren had walked through the door. Taking a deep breath and clapping his hands together, he feigned the most convincing smile he had and turned towards Marco.

“I need another shot!”

“So what was that about?” Eren laughed lowly, tilting his head toward Jean after you took the seat he offered. “Huh? What do you mean?” You questioned, completely oblivious to what he was hinting at. “You looked like you were asking him for permission to sit with me or something, he isn’t your boyfriend or anything right?” You didn’t know why, but this comment slightly annoyed you. Maybe it was the condescending tone he put on, or the subtle diss to your best friend. You didn’t know, but it didn’t sit right. Shrugging it off you decided he probably didn’t mean in that way and you put on a smile. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t ditching him. He’s my best friend.” Eren gave an exaggerated sigh of relief as a smug expression took over his features. “Well, that sure is a relief.” He says smoothly, putting a hand on your knee.

You felt nothing but confusion when you didn’t get butterflies, but another hint of annoyance. What is wrong with you? You’ve liked Eren for years, this should be a dream come true! But it wasn’t, and things were moving too fast for you at the moment. It’s not like you were a “prude” or anything, you just couldn’t push down the bad feeling you had in your gut. “Uh haha, yeah! Can you give me a sec? I really have to use the bathroom!” Eren assured it was no problem, and you quickly stood up causing his hand to slip off of your knee. You walked a little faster than you normally would to the bathroom, turning and locking the door behind you. You felt nothing but frustration toward yourself, why are you being this way? Before this moment, if Eren would have asked you to hook up, you thought you would have gladly said yes. You enjoyed texting him and you found him very attractive, so what is this dread?

You fixed your hair and outfit as much as you could, trying to freshen up before you go back into the crowded living room. On your way back to the couch where you were sitting, you decided to stop at the kitchen and take two more shots. Maybe it was your nerves and the anticipation that caused your hesitation, the alcohol should help with that. Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself and headed back to your spot. Turning your gaze to where Eren had been, you froze. There he was, with a random girl sitting on his lap as he whispered in her ear.

Jean sighed, stepping into the guest bedroom and sitting on the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and silently cursed himself. He wanted to have fun, he really did. But the moment he saw that flustered expression of yours from Eren’s presence, all he wanted to do was go home and feel bad for himself. His thoughts were racing, and it was probably the alcohol but he found himself becoming more angry than sad. Why didn’t you want him? He deserved you, he had always been there and he knows he could treat you so much better than that douchebag ever could. You deserve better, and fuck, so does he.

The sound of the door being pushed open broke him out of his thoughts, and he was more than surprised to see you entering. He could already tell you were upset, he just couldn’t put his finger on the reason why. “Weren’t you with-” “I go to the bathroom for two minutes and he immediately starts trying to get into another girl’s pants? Can you believe that? I mean honestly” You continued your rant to Jean, but it was falling on deaf ears. He was getting more and more frustrated, the feeling settling in his bones as he tried to calm himself down. “I mean we aren’t dating, but all of our friends saw me sitting with him, you know how stupid he made me look? I just-” Jean whipped his head at you, a sharp glare meeting your gaze. “You want me to be real with you, y/n? He didn’t make you look stupid. You do that yourself pretty well.” The room went dead silent. You considered for a moment he was messing with you, and you let out a laugh of disbelief. “Jean what the fuck-” He stood up from his spot, his glare only hardening.

“No! Just stop for a second. I’m so sick and tired of you fucking complaining to me when it’s you who chooses to settle for assholes who obviously don’t care about you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just a fucking idiot. But I know you’re not, and thats what frustrates me so much, you know that? You treat yourself like shit and then want me to be there to be the person who makes you feel better. I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t.” His voice had risen a little, but that wasn’t what got to you. It was the seriousness in his tone, you knew he was being genuine. Your eyes welled up with tears, feeling like you just got punched. “Jean, I-”

“Let me finish y/n. I have always been there for you. Always. Despite the fact that you never got over Eren. Every time he ghosted you, who was there? You know what that’s like? To watch the person you’ve been in love with for years settle for the first asshole who comes her way? Do you have any idea what that does to me? You do realize you’ve been fucking torturing me for the last four years, right?” Your mouth went completely dry, and for the first time since this conversation began, you looked him in the eyes and felt even worse when you saw the glassiness of them. Your breath got shallow as your emotions intensified, your mind racing of all the times you had literally cried on his shoulder, and you thought of how bad he must have been hurting. He kept it to himself for your sake, not wanting you feel upset or worry about him, and you never noticed a thing. Fuck, how could you have been so selfish?

You didn’t even think about it, your body moving on what felt like autopilot when you grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him into a kiss. He stiffened, obviously very surprised at your action, before putting his hands on your shoulders and pulling back. His face was a cherry red when he searched your features, shaking his head with a sad expression. “y/n, I don’t want you to do this out of pity. Plus, you’re probably shit-faced right now.” You shook your head and put your hands on his wrists, keeping eye contact with him. “I’m only buzzed Jean, and this isn’t out of pity. A part of me has always loved you. I just have a habit of ruining things in my life and I really didn’t want you to be one of them.” Your eyes got impossibly wetter and a part of you was surprised they hadn’t fallen down your cheeks yet.

Jean remained silent for what seemed like hours as he examined you expression. His eyes softened and you heart stopped when his hand went to the back of your neck to pull you into another heated kiss. It was a natural reflex the way you gripped onto the front of his shirt, your heart beating at a race you didn’t even know was possible. “Damn, he's a good kisser.” you thought to yourself. You gasped slightly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and fell back on the bed, pulling him down with you. He pulled away, breathing heavily when a smile grew on his face. “Where are you?” He got up from his position on top and walked to the door, turning the lock with a click. He stalked back to where you were sitting, standing between your legs as he towered over you. “I’ve waited for this for years, I’m not going to wait any longer.”

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you looked up at him, a slight pout to your lips. Jean reached his hand down to your face, squeezing both of your cheeks to even further tilt your gaze towards him. “How about it then, pretty girl? Wanna have some fun?” You didn’t hesitate to respond, trying your best to nod in his tight grip. “Yes, please Jean, please.” Although your voice was a little muffled, Jean got the message loud and clear. He gave a soft smile, furthering his hand down to lightly squeeze your throat instead. “Okay then, open wide angel.” You felt a little confused but listened anyway, opening your mouth wide for the boy above you. “What is he gonna-” your thoughts were cut off when you watched, almost in slow motion as Jean leaned over and spit into your open mouth. You froze for a fraction of a second, your mind racing as the excitement grew within you. That’s not what you were expecting but you were not complaining. Jean’s long index finger tilted your chin up, closing your mouth as he kept eye contact with you. “Swallow.” He said in a gentle yet demanding tone, and you knew you couldn’t make yourself say no to him. You swallowed the spit slowly, choosing to keep quiet and wait for his next move.

“Look at you, such a good girl.” he pushed your body further up the bed so you were laying rather than sitting and once again hovered over you. “Gonna have to thank you for that, huh?” You squeezed your thighs together at his words, anticipation growing impossibly higher. He sat back on his calves, sitting between your legs as he spread them apart around him. His fingers ghosted up your legs, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He didn’t move an inch after that, looking at you expectedly. “Well, I’m waiting? You know all good girls ask nicely, right?” He couldn’t stop the smug expression from taking over even if he tried. You squirmed in his hold, desperate for some sort of contact. “Please Jean, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him unbutton your shorts, sliding them off with ease along with your panties. “Gotta make sure you’re comfortable baby, tell me if it hurts, kay?” He slowly entered a finger inside you, his thumb circling around your clit slowly. Your lip was pulled in between your teeth as you bit down hard enough to almost draw blood. “Oh, fuck.” He softly laughed at that, going slightly faster to elicit more reactions from you. “That’s right baby, lemme hear you, yeah?” You didn’t hold back, letting out a moan knowing the music blasting outside would drown it out. Jean added another finger and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you had never felt bliss like this before.

“E-enough Jean.” You let out through strained breaths, and Jean felt himself grow cold for second with fear. Fuck, were you regretting this? “I don’t want to wait anymore, I want you inside me. Please.” Jean’s chest filled with relief as he shook his head at you. “You needy baby, alright, I’ll give you what you want.” Jean pulled his fingers out of you, and stuck them in your mouth with no hesitation. “You sure you ready for me, sweet girl?” He pulled his pants and boxers off, lining himself up with you. You nodded frantically, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. Jean pushed himself into you, pulling away from the kiss to let out a deep groan as his head fell onto your shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby. You’re so good for me, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s more than I could have ever imagined.” He ranted on almost senselessly as he was overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you so much, sweet girl. So so much.” You felt tears prick your eyes, from both the pleasure and his sentiment. “I love you Jean, I love you.” those words had more of an affect on him than anything else you said that night, and he felt himself coming close to the edge. “I think I’m gonna-” “Me too baby” he interrupted, placing his hand back on your throat and squeezing. “Cum with me, angel.” His words and the pressure on your neck was enough to send you over, raking your nails down his back leaving marks. He collapsed on top of you, his head resting in your neck as a tired smile rested on his face. You brought your hand up to scratch his scalp, completely fuck-drunk and forgetting of anything else that happened prior to this moment.

“So that’s why you always open my car door for me, huh?”

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omg omg im so nervous to post this, not only is it my longest fic but this is the first time i have ever written anything remotely smutty before😳 if its not good pls be patient w me i am very new to this hehe

#attack on titan #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein smut #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan smut #jean x you #jean x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jeager #jean angst #jean fluff #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Disappearance II

Character: Albedo, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,149

Warnings: None

Premise: In which there is an argument and the reader disappears.

Author’s Note: Idk why I’ve characterized Albedo as a slob twice now. I guess I just think he’s the kind of person to become so engrossed in his research he just, never takes care of himself or his surroundings.

Also this was supposed to be two people but I procrastinated terribly so… here we are haha. Part three tomorrow.

Albedo

It was the third time this week that you had managed to spill his lab notes all over the floor, and frankly Albedo wasn’t sure if he could deal with it any longer.

“You’ve got a lot of papers strewn around,” you said, tone light and joking as you crouched to gather all the papers up.

“You’re the one that keeps bumping into things,” Albedo mumbled, crouching next to you to make sure that you put things back in order.

Seeing that you were putting things together haphazardly he snatched up the papers, frowning slightly as he went through the papers. Honestly, how could you mess up his system so much? As much as Albedo appreciated your interest in his work you were a Knight of Favonius, not a scientist, and as such your visits seemed to cause havoc more than anything else.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked, exasperation creeping into your tone.

“No.”

“Are you sure? You seem, stressed. If you want I could pick up the papers on the tables and organize.”

“Don’t!”

“Albedo?” You leaned back slightly, as if surprised. For some reason that only made the alchemist more irritated.

“If you do that, you’ll just be creating more work for me. I’m very busy right now, I don’t have time to go back and fix your mistakes.”

“Mistakes?”

“It’s already enough that you keep spilling things all over the ground.”

“It’s not my fault that you leave your papers everywhere without even trying to keep them organized.”

“They are organized!”

“Well they certainly don’t look organized to me.”

“You just don’t understand. Besides, I’ve managed not to knock everything over.”

“You know, you’re insufferable when you get like this.”

“I’m not any different than usual.”

“I hope you don’t really think that,” you replied, tone clipped.

Standing up you turned towards the door. Though Albedo made a half-hearted call of your name you didn’t react, simply walking out of the room and slamming the door as hard as possible behind you.

Albedo didn’t even think of you the rest of the afternoon. Anger iced over his slight worry, replacing it with a burning sense of resentment. Your sudden departure stung, and, though it was admittedly childish, Albedo found himself determined not to worry about you.

Besides, you were simply an obstacle to his research at this point. Maybe it was better if you went off to cool your head somewhere, then he could finish up his work. That was what usually happened with other people anyways. Apprentices, clients, the occasional wandering alchemist; they all fluttered around him until he couldn’t stand it and then when they inevitably got fed up he’d finish his work. His relationship with you was still new, and though he couldn’t say that you were the same as all those people in his eyes, he really had no reason to think you would react in a different way.

The sun had gone down long before Albedo finally locked up for the night. It had taken him a good forty minutes to reorganize everything that had fallen, though admittedly most of that time was spent in angry silence. Now as Albedo walked down the streets, still busy with night activity, he wondered what might happen when he got home. He certainly wasn’t ready to apologize, even if his tone was a bit curt his words weren’t wrong; but he couldn’t exactly see you apologizing either. It was bound to be a tense evening. One Albedo was certainly not looking forward too.

All the lights were off in the apartment, something that struck Albedo as odd. Walking towards the kitchen he found a piece of paper crumpled up on the kitchen floor, though when he uncrumpled the paper he was met with eraser marks. Letting out a huff of impatience Albedo went to put some water on the stove. So this is how the evening was going to pass; you presumably at a friend’s house, Albedo in stony silence.

“How petty,” Albedo murmured.

He didn’t expect such a show of emotions from you, having come to the conclusion that you were quite the rational sort. Really, this was all too much. He had been in the right after all, even if he had been a bit cold about it. There was no reason to react in such a way. It was this mindset that carried Albedo through the rest of the evening and off to sleep. After all, it was better than the kernel of doubt that rested in the back of his head, that told him he was the one being callous.

You didn’t show up at the apartment or the lab the next day. Albedo buckled down to work, but by midday the irritation and anger that he’d been holding over were replaced by a deep sense of unease. Hurrying home after work he felt panic shoot through him at the sight of your home empty, nothing suggesting anyone had been there in the time he was at work.

It took all of Albedo’s willpower not to run out the door and go look for you. All the anger and irritation he had felt had been thrown out the window, replaced instead with an intense feeling of worry, and of the realization that his actions might bear actual consequences.

Tossing and turning in bed Albedo stared up at the empty ceiling. He had been certain he was in the right, even this morning. You were clumsy, you had been inconsiderate of his work, you were simply stubborn and petty. Now however he replayed your argument, your fight, over and over again. The more he did so the more he became aware of how harshly he’d acted; the more he wished you would simply appear in front of him so he could apologize. He wanted to go after you, wanted to let you know that he genuinely felt bad. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so, to go after you. After all, what if you didn’t want to see him? What if he just made things worse? Once more turning in bed Albedo sighed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d see you again. Tomorrow he’d make things better.

There was no sight of you tomorrow either. Albedo stood in his lab in stunned silence, heart hammering in his chest as he contemplated what this could possibly mean. Was this it then? Had he messed up that badly?

Staring around him Albedo noticed all the papers scattered this way and that on the tables and the desks. Seized by a sudden urge he scooped them all up, carrying them over to where he kept his files. A part of him jeered that it was too little too late, but still the alchemist didn’t stop until everything was filed away properly. Turning around to look at his desk he collected the dirty mugs and discarded equipment, putting them in the sink before turning around to pick through the no longer needed papers that still lay sprawled around the room. He didn’t stop for lunch, nor did he go to start back up on the experiment he was currently working on. Instead he kept picking up and putting away and rearranging. It was almost a ritual of some sort, and though it brought little relief, at least it finally brought distraction.

Still that distraction was shattered the minute Albedo stepped outside. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, and the people of Mondstadt were still wandering around, enjoy the cool summer evening. Staring at the people around him, their eyes filled either with purpose or contentment, Albedo realized he couldn’t go home. He couldn’t face the empty apartment again. He thought that his anger would last longer, that he might go a week before feeling as if he burning from the inside out; but now he knew that that had been an arrogant, if somewhat funny, assumption. Turning away from the familiar path home he climbed up the steps of Mondstadt. He knew where he needed to go.

Walking up to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters Albedo was met with the sight of Eula, arms firmly crossed in front of her, faced even colder than usual. Hurrying over to your higher-up Albedo felt uncertainty bloom in his chest. Someone this seemed to bode ill.

“Eula?”

“Ah, the Head Alchemist. What do you wish to say to me?”

“Have you seen my partner?” Albedo paused, somewhat unwilling to reveal what had happened. “They haven’t been home for days, and I wondered if you knew where they might be staying.”

The look on Eula’s face was one of pure disbelief. “You, you don’t know what happened?” Her face shadowed over and she seemed to pull herself up. “If I were your partner, I would declare eternal vengeance for your idiocy. I don’t know what you’ve been doing Head Alchemist, but while you were off doing whatever it is you do, your partner was languishing underground.”

Albedo froze, unsure if he’d truly heard Eula right. The Knight tended to be quite flowery after all with her words. Perhaps this was just a metaphor he couldn’t understand.

“I see that it still hasn’t gotten through your head what happened.” Eula sighed, relaxing slightly. “I sent them off to monitor a few Fatui members, as it seems a group had made their way out of Dragonspine and into Windwail. While doing so they attempted to hide in a small crack in the mountains, but there was a steep drop after that onto the next shelf. Thankfully Amber had also been ordered to scout there, or else who knows how long it might have took to realize they were stuck. I just got the report from them, thankfully there was no lasting trauma.”

“W-where are they?”

“At home I presume. Aren’t you their partner?” Eula tilted her head. “Really, perhaps she should declare a need for vengeance.” And with that the Spindrift Knight walked into the Headquarters, leaving Albedo reeling on the step, heart thudding as if he’d just run a hundred miles.

Albedo practically fell down the steps of Mondstadt, so desperate was he to find you, to make sure you were okay. Eula had said that there was no lasting trauma, but what that meant Albedo was completely unsure of. Had you broken anything? Had you been deprived of oxygen? These thoughts catapulted through Albedo’s brain, constricting his lungs and plunging him into a roil of incoherent emotions.

The sight of you standing in front of his lab cause Albedo to stop in his tracks. For a moment the alchemist was overwhelmed by his emotions, switching between dizzying euphoria, terrible guilt, and unending worry. He took a step forward, then another, walking slowly down the stairs, as if in fear that you might disappear or turn away. However instead of turning away when he reached the end of the steps and made his way towards the fountain you let out a sort of shudder, running towards him and throwing your arms around his neck. Albedo wrapped his arms around you in turn, feeling slightly overwhelmed from the sudden proximity, the sudden feeling of once more being able to feel your skin against his. Letting his head drop onto your shoulder Albedo breathed in deeply, centering himself with your presence, grounding himself in the knowledge that the agony of the previous days was finally over.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“For what?” You whispered back.

“For not listening to you, for blaming you, for being cruel.”

“I’m also sorry.”

“Why? I was in the wrong.”

“Well, I just went off without telling you where I was going. I was going to write a note, but I was so angry I erased it.” You tightened your grasp around Albedo. “I wish I could’ve seen into the future. I never would have done something like that.”

“I don’t care about that,” Albedo ran small circles around the small of your back. “I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“No. I’m sorry for not being there, for not being able to help you; for doing nothing while you…” he stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

Pulling back for a moment you cupped Albedo’s face in your palms, studying his expression. Finally you bent over to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, breath mingling with his.

Albedo leaned into to kiss you once more, finding that his emotions were blocking out any words he might have been able to say. Everything seemed so surreal, as if he’d been stuck in some awful nightmare that only now faded away. And yet this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality; and Albedo would have to remember that.

For now though, he only wanted to wipe all the fear and conflict away.

#genshin impact fanfiction #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin impact #genshin albedo #requested #scenarios #my writing #not proofread

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dandielion-seven · 3 years

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[ONESHOT]

Characters - Kaeya, Venti, Abyss prince Aether, Albedo

Warnings - none

Wot's et bout'? - What if reader is scared of the dark? How would they react ?

Genre - fluff

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Kaeya

In all honesty this man would be amused by it

He might tease you about it, scratch that, he will tease you about it

In the end however he is happy that he gets free cuddles because of this

You and Kaeya had been on an expedition with the nights and you had wished to be in a separate room due to wanting to focus on work that you had forgotten to do and had now have to do

However in such a hurry you must've forgotten a certain fear of yours, the dark

It was reminded to you once trying to go to slumber after realising that the room had no lighting due to it just being a stop you had to go through, so it wasn't anything expensive or extraordinary

You took in a deep breath, grabbed your blanket and pillow, even though you knew you probably wouldn't need them, bringing them with you you just incase you might

The journey to his room wasn't that long but the dark seemed to suffocate you and swallow you like the depths of ocean would. Feeling a clump in your throat you almost ran there, walking in a very quick pace to there

Taking another breath you knocked on his door, waiting for a minute until he showed up opening the door as if he had known this would happen wich he probably did considering its him

You could see from his eyes that he had just awakened from sleep, yet he still had that sly smirk on his face when he looked at you

You wanted to elbow him but still also didn't want to sleep alone in a completely dark room so you just rolled your eyes and looked at him with the most serious face that you could present

"Sir, I request cuddles, as soon as possible"

He smiled at you picking you up and carrying you towards his bed catching you off guard a bit but you smiled and melted at his touch

"Before I grant you what you wish for, what might've been the reason for this request of yours?"

Knowing that he would get the answer out of you anyway and being too tired to think of something you told him that the dark was bothering you and that being him would soothe you

He chuckled at that a bit dropping down on the bed with you in a position allowing you to snuggle into him

"That's quite the interesting fear you have"

You huffed in response as he made fun of you blushing a bit snuggling closer to him

"I mean it is quite cute"

Venti

While having a little adventure at night this gremlin would notice you acting different and anxious

He has an idea.

As you were walking with him having a small little adventure you felt yourself grow suspicious of your surroundings and started to look around as something was about to attack you. You couldn't exactly tell if it was the dark or paranoia but it didn't feel nice

He did notice, but you brushed it off saying you were simply tired and thought you heard something near you so you checked, he didn't believe it but he didn't want to pressure you either

But once you literally jumped and almost toppled over your legs, he intervened grabbing your hand walking you towards a ledge of a mountain sitting down with you on the grass making sure to pick a spot that seemed comfortable

"You can relax, I'll keep you safe"

You felt a bit nervous, looking at him smile however made you feel a bit less, smiling back at him, he seemed to be serious about this

You sat there just looking at the star filled sky with him, it was calming, the dark seemed natural now, it didn't seem so bad anymore for you, relasing a sigh you relaxed your shoulders and placed your head on his

He started humming a tune slowly lulling you to sleep as he made small braids in your hair and just playing with your hair making little goosebumps appear widening your smiled furthermore

This is so cheesy help

Abyss prince Aether

I am not that knowledgeable of his character so it will probably be very fanon

This man would be stoic and pretend he didn't notice but in the end he would end up letting you melt in his hands with him hiding his smile

You two sat there finishing some paperwork in the dark room with just a lantern allowing you to only see him, yourself and the stuff on the table

Every now and than he would notice you starting to feel anxious and look around in fear, it looked weird but he hadn't seen anyone act like this in situations as you were in so he continued doing paperwork and discussing matters with you

You were about to jump feeling a hand on your shoulder but it ended up being his hand so you quickly changed your expression to hopefully make him worry less, his face showed no emotion however his eyes were mirrors of worry

"Are you feeling ok? I could send you to your room if you want to"

He spoke looking directly into your eyes to see if his suspicions were correct

"N-No, really I'm fine, let's contin-"

Before you were able to finish your words he swooped you into his lap

"I will continue doing my duties, you can sleep, as I belive you do not seem to be in the best mindset to be left in a room alone"

Loosening your posture and starting to blanket his body you closed your eyes knowing that trying to argue with him would end with you just being knocked out to sleep next

Albedo

10/10 would be confused but would listen to you and try to figure something out

He would be in his lab with you as he had grown fond of you over these past weeks so he would now enjoy your company when he was working

He would be intensely focused in on his work but he still needed you there for company and you find it kind of cute

However, what you did not find cute was him working in almost complete darkness

He knew something was wrong when you started fidgeting with your stuff and jumping at any noise or touch

"Y/n is anything bothering you"

"Ah, uhhh"

You gulped before answering feeling as if it was just a silly childish fear

"You see I have had a fear of dark for as long as I can remember... I know it probably sounds foolish but it's there"

Looking up at him he had a quizzical expression looking as if in deep thought meeting your eyes he showed a small smile

"I might have a solution for that but for today I should send you home, you look as if you might need some sleep"

Think of the rest yourself it's worth it

#genshin impact #genshin kaeya #genshin venti #genshin albedo #genshin x reader #abyss prince aether #WRITINGFORVENTISNOTASEASYASITSEEMS

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itsgaga · 3 years

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Dating Tommy Lee Would Include...

hi i think im in love

again

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkk soooooo

Tommy knew he needed you to be in his life when he saw you

Like he was in his own little world and then you walked past

And he was just mesmerized

He went running after you and asked you out

Now

This dude Tommy

Was like a lost puppy

Just falling in love with anyone who gave him any sort of attention

But your attention was different to him

He was almost addicted to your type of attention?

It was like your attention was a sense of ecstasy that he was addicted to

He realized that pretty early in your relationship

Which was when he knew that you were really different

Bc usually its the women that become hooked like that on Tommy

He is a hopeless romantic

But didn’t really know how to be in a actual real relationship before you

So patience ma’am, ok?

Tommy really was trying to be normal?

Like not “normal”

But………normal?

He didn’t want this to just seem like any of his past relationships

He wanted you and everyone else to realize he was serious

He is clingy AS FUCK

You honestly find it quite cute

You would be gone for a couple hours

Shopping, work, or something

You come home to see Tommy laying on the couch whining your name with his arms wide open

Cute.

You and Nikki

Oh God

No no wait

You dealing with Tommy and Nikki

May God bless your soul

You’re a trooper

Along with that

You taking care of Tommy when he is fucked up

Yall are some vampires

At least he is

Sleeps all day, stays up all night

He takes you to get snacks at 2 am

Hello random gas station trips

Yes ma’am

Maybe yall are craving a slushy after doing the goods

ohmygodimsosorryactlikeididntsaythatok

Whatever.

Like I said before Tommy is a hopeless romantic

See the word “romantic”

Yeah?

Romantic=Tommy

Boat rides like those paddle boats

He took you on one to see the sunset

beautyiful

Along with being romantic he is equally horny

I know I know

Shocking

Just picture this, ok?

You wake up, go to work pretty much a normal regular shmegular day, you cant wait to come home to see the love of your life, you walk through the front door when you hear “Ahh babe you home? Come quick I have a surprise for you” you walk into your bedroom to see Tommy swinging on a sex swing, he looks at you with his dark brown eyes and says “i’m gonna fuck the actual shit out of you” you then proceed to turn around and walk your ass right out of that house

Just saying, I see it

Tommy tries to have sex literally everywhere

Stores, closets, bathrooms, cars, doctors office, restaurants, award shows, recording studio, every room in the house, counters, parks, on the fridge, in a random field, tour bus

Seriously, everywhere

JEALOUSY

Now don’t get me wrong it’s not that Tommy doesn’t trust you

Tommy doesn’t trust anyone but you

He gets jealous very quickly

Sometimes he’ll let you know

Other times its kept to himself

He doesn’t want to scare you away or making you think he’s possessive or controlling

But he really just can’t stand the idea/thought/image of you being with another guy

In his head your this pure breath of fresh air and he’s dirty and fucked up

Him being that way is something he’s proud of

But then again it’s just the thought that someone like you is with someone who is so different

It’s like his head has two mindsets for the same idea

Like his Motley side and the side that his heart controls

He likes being known as this partier who does hardcore drugs

But he doesn’t like being known as that when you’re involved

Ok ok so love, marriage, etc

Dude knocked you up

Got your pregnant

Saw how you looked pregnant

And proposed

You had this certain glow

Like he just thought you were stunning

It was like seeing you in your most natural state as a women

And Tommy just being lilke

“Yeah this is it”

#tommy lee x reader #tommy lee imagine #motley crue #motley crue imagine #moltey crue x reader #tommy lee fanfic #tommy lee fanfiction #motley crue tommy

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jayeray-hq · 3 years

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How He Shows You Affection: Sugawara Koushi

Requested by the wonderful @lavenderpup sorry it took so long! I took a hiatus for a while, but I hope you still enjoy it! 😊💖

Post Time Skip/Manga Ending Spoilers!

Warnings: Slightest itty bit of hinted NSFW!

How He Shows You Affection Master List - Character Masterlist

He Rubs Your Cheeks Together

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” you told the group, as you hurried up to them, “The trains were running behind schedule!”

“Don’t worry,” Kiyoko assured you, a kind smile on her pretty face, “You’re not the last one to arrive.”

“Is Koushi not here yet?” you asked glancing around the group. This was meant to be a reunion of the third years from the Karasuno volleyball team, but considering Kiyoko was engaged to Tanaka, and Asahi was dating Nishinoya, it had turned into more of a second- and third-years thing.

A familiar pair of arms around your waist answered your question as you were tugged into a firm chest, your boyfriend’s face rubbing up affectionately against yours as he asked teasingly, “Are you gossiping about me already, honey?”

Tanaka, who’d been standing surprisingly quietly next to Kiyoko politely holding her hand looked utterly scandalized at the display of public affection. If he was a sixties housewife he definitely would’ve been clutching at his pearls, though Kiyoko just looked amused and fond.

You’d grown used to how affectionate your boyfriend was, even in public and didn’t even blush nowadays, which always made him whine a bit, claiming he missed the good old days where you got flustered and stuttered every time he did it. However, you knew he didn’t actually mind given the smitten look he gave you every time you melted into his hold instead of stiffening up the way you used to.

His favorite move, and the one he almost always used to greet you was wrapping you into a hug from behind and nuzzling his face against yours, rubbing your cheeks together in a sweet affectionate gesture that never failed to make you melt.

You’d been a little self-conscious about it at first, especially since you’d gotten a lot of scandalized looks like Tanaka’s given Japan’s views on public displays of affection. However, the few times someone had actually said something about it, somehow your boyfriend had talked circles around them, and in the end, you’d get away with it, sometimes even getting fond looks instead.

A good example of this was your landlady, who’d glared and sniffed every time she’d seen the two of you when you’d first moved in. One conversation with Sugawara later and she’d changed her tune, claiming the two of you reminded her of her and her husband back in the day. Now you got fond looks, indulgent smiles and even cookies from time to time. She even went so far as to scold others who looked sideways at the two of you.

It was completely and utterly ridiculous, something you’d commiserated on with the other third years more than once. According to Kiyoko, Sugawara just had one of those faces that let him get away with anything. Given that she also had one of those faces you took her word for it, and for the most part let him do as he pleased, though you did try to stop if it looked like someone was genuinely uncomfortable.

“Koushi,” you scolded lightly, “You’re upsetting your kouhai.”

“Eh, he needs to toughen up some,” Sugawara told you, snickering slightly at Tanaka’s expression, though he did let go of you after one last affectionate rub and instead laced his fingers together with yours offering you an affectionate smile, “Especially if he’s going to do a good job taking care of Shimizu.”

“Suga-senpai!” Tanaka protested as Kiyoko giggled into her hand.

“Koushi, you know Shimizu doesn’t need him to take care of her, if anything it’s going to be her taking care of him,” you teased lightly, making your boyfriend and Kiyoko both laugh brightly.

“Your girlfriend is just as bad as you are,” Tanaka informed your boyfriend, though there was a definite smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I know,” Sugawara said, clear pride in his voice as he pressed an affectionate smacking kiss to your cheek, “Isn’t she just the best?”

“Really Suga, you shouldn’t tease our kouhai so much,” Daichi intervened, though he also looked incredibly amused by the whole exchange.

“Tanaka makes it too easy,” your boyfriend told him with a shrug, “Besides someone’s got to give him a hard time now that Kiyoko’s given in to him, that and none of the other second years are nearly as fun.”

“Speaking of second years, where are Nishinoya and Asahi?” you asked, chiming in to save Tanaka from Sugawara’s ruthless teasing as you finally realized who was missing from the group.

“We’re here!” A familiar voice called, and you turned just in time to see the rather comical sight of Nishinoya tugging Asahi down the street by his hand, practically dragging the larger man behind him, “Sorry we’re late we got distracted!”

“We can see that,” Sugawara stated dryly, his eyes tracing over their clearly rumpled and hastily put together appearances, “Asahi, just what have you been doing with our precious kouhai?”

The long haired third year immediately began to splutter as Nishinoya laughed loudly, clearly unbothered at the implication. The group of you set off together, headed for dinner, all of you laughing and smiling as your boyfriend teased his newest victim, with Sugawara’s fingers laced affectionately with yours, refusing to lose contact for even a second as you went about your night.

He Tells You He Cares

“Have a good day at school, and say hi to your class for me,” you told your boyfriend as you casually straightened his tie, and pressed a quick kiss to his waiting lips.

“I will,” he assured you with a bright smile as he scooped up his suitcase though he paused in the doorway to turn back and tell you, “I love you!”

“I love you too,” you assured him with a soft smile, watching as he walked out the door with a cheerful bounce in his step.

It was a routine that the two of you completed every morning almost without fail, and even when you couldn’t Sugawara always made it a point to tell you he loved you before he left to go anywhere. Even if you were asleep or he thought you were sleeping he’d still press a tender kiss to your forehead or cheek and whisper how much he loved you before walking out the door.

With so many repetitions and routine you’d think the words would lose their meaning, just a ritual part of your day with no thought or true emotion behind them. However, it simply wasn’t true.

You’d asked your boyfriend before why he insisted on saying it so often, you’d been curious, especially since Japanese culture didn’t put a large emphasis on saying the words out loud the way other cultures did.

As a teacher your boyfriend was incredibly articulate and usually able to express himself incredibly well. When you’d asked though he’d seemed to struggle to find the right words. He had gotten very thoughtful, and told you that it was because he wanted to remind both of you that at the end of the day he loved you no matter what was happening in your lives.

You’d been a bit confused about his reasoning at the time, and a little unhappy as well. You could understand maybe needing to remind you that he loved you, he shouldn’t need to remind himself that he loved you right? It just hadn’t made sense, and your boyfriend wasn’t able to properly explain, just insisted that it was important to him. You certainly hadn’t minded, and so figured there wasn’t any harm in it even if you didn’t understand.

You kept that mindset right up until your first fight as a couple after you’d moved in together. Sugawara had headed for the door to leave for a while to clear his head and let both of you calm down. However, he’d paused in the doorway and looked back to tell you he loved you.

It had taken away all the sting of him leaving for a bit, and reminded you that not only did he love you, you loved him too, and at the end of the day that was what mattered most, not whatever petty thing you’d been arguing about. The reminder was enough to help soothe you into a better frame of mind for when he returned. The two of you had been able to resolve your fight calmly and rationally after that, with apologies and ‘I love you’s on both sides.

His words about it being a reminder had clicked for you then, and from that point on you made it a point to tell him you loved him before you left too, something that never failed to make him beam at you, warm and full of affection.

It helped that you’d both promised that if ever there was a day when you didn’t actually mean the words that you wouldn’t say them at all. However you were rather almost certain that day would never come. You couldn’t imagine someone better suited to you than Sugawara who reminded you each and every how very much he loved you, and how much you loved him too.

He Surprises You

The sound of someone knocking at the front door pulled you away from the mindless scrolling you’d been doing on your phone and prompted you to pull yourself up from the couch, confused about who might be interrupting you on your day off. Your normal suspect would’ve been your boyfriend, but not only did he have a key, he was at school much to your mutual disappointment. However the day off had been unexpected, so he hadn’t been able to take a vacation day in advance and was not so irresponsible that he would call in sick when he wasn’t. He loved the kids too much for that.

It turned out you probably should’ve continued to suspect your boyfriend, as he was the culprit behind the interruption, if not the culprit himself. The delivery guy kindly passed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, just the sight of them bringing a smile to your face as you signed for them, and then brought them into the kitchen where you could admire them.

The bouquet came with a handwritten note that read…

I hope you’re enjoying your day off! When I get home, let’s go on a date okay?

Love,

Koushi

You smiled a little helplessly at the familiar writing, realizing your boyfriend must’ve stopped by the shop personally to pick something out and leave a note for you to read. Your heart felt close to overflowing with affection for him as you snapped a quick picture of your flowers and sent him a quick text to thank him and that it was a definite yes to date night.

Your boyfriend had always been a thoughtful person, but sometimes it still caught you by surprise just how thoughtful he truly was. Sugawara liked to surprise people, and he’d told you once that sweet surprises were the best kind. Looking at your flowers you couldn’t help but agree with him.

He was always doing things like this for you, sending your favorite flowers, making you a cute lunch, buying something small that had reminded him of you and bringing it home as a gift. It never failed to make you feel soft, especially since it proved that he was always thinking of you. You loved it, though you’d told him more than once he was spoiling you.

Sugawara had just shrugged at the accusation and sent you one of his beaming smiles, the kind that never failed to make your heart flip over in your chest, and told you, you deserved to be spoiled. It made you want to spoil him too, the look on his face always worth it when you took time out of your day to make or buy something for him.

With that in mind you quietly began to plan a surprise or two of your own, your previously rather boring, if productive day brightening as you daydreamed about the things you’d like to do for your sweet boyfriend, coming up with several interesting ideas. Time practically flew by, and before you knew it, it was getting close to the time school was letting out.

Carefully you snagged one of the pretty blooms from the bouquet you’d been sent, and tucked it behind your ear, grabbing your things as you practically danced out the door. Sugawara was right after all, pleasant surprises were the best, and you were going to start by picking him up from school. You couldn’t wait to get started on all your ideas, hoping you could make Sugawara feel just as loved as he always did for you.

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Hello!

Could you do a Psychiatrist!Y/n and Tom Holland where they are together and the russo brothers assigned Dr.Y/n to be their mental health coach for all of the actors and actresses in Cherry especially Tom and Ciara and one day Tom just have major breakdown after shooting a scene where he just let go like act like Nico and think like Nico and Y/n and Tom went to have a one on one talk🥺and tom be like: you are so good to me🥺and during the press interview (The iconic yellow shirt;)) Tom mentioned his girlfriend on how helpful she is to him to the entire production and sending heart eyes as well and million of fans where like swoon over their relationship:) Sorry its long🤣

Thank you for accepting and writing it❣️💖

requests are open

wc: 1k

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“Alright everyone, really quickly,” Anthony, one of the Russo brothers, quieted the set of people, crew members and actors focusing their attention on both the directors and the woman behind them. “I’m sure you’ve all read the email I mass-sent to you all, but I’d like to introduce our Psychiatrist, Dr. Y/N L/N.” He gestured to you, and you waved to the people looking at you, slightly intimidated. “She’ll be helping through the entirety of production, so let’s give her a warm welcome!” You heard them say, “Hi, Y/N,” and you assumed the Russos did such a thing with every guest.

You stepped forward, straightening out your shirt. “Hi, I’m Dr. L/N. Feel free to just refer to me as my first name. I’ll be here if anyone is having a hard time or… needs a bit of therapy or needs to relieve some stress.”

You saw a few people nod, and you turned back to Joe with a tight smile, excusing yourself as you went off of the set. You wanted to set up in the trailer they’d given you.

You’d read the script. It was harsh, it was heavy, but it was real. That’s what made it human. You knew the actors probably wouldn’t warm up to your offers at first, but eventually they’d be coming in. It was typical in most of your patients, you had noticed. Denial played a big role in receiving help. You hoped, though, that they wouldn’t come in too late.

It had been about two weeks since your first introduction. You were on set, taking notes of how people acted, picking apart their every move and their habits. What you didn’t expect, however, was someone to come to you so soon.

It was mid afternoon, and you were sitting in your trailer, getting some work done online, when someone had rung your work phone. Picking it up, you heard the frantic voice of one of the Russo brothers, informing you they had halted filming for the next hour or so. They’d sent someone to your room, and you could only wonder who it was.

When you heard a very timid knock, you opened the door to see the star of the film himself, Tom. You smiled, inviting him.

“Hey, Tom,” you sat down, and he sat on the couch beside your small table. “Everything alright.”

He nodded, seemingly in thought, and you gave him the space to flutter as he pleased, allowing him to open up at his own pace. He was grateful for that — that you were more considerate than you would be if you were strictly following rules.

“I’ve just been…” his voice was rough and delicate, scratching and quite damp. “Having a really hard time.” He cleared his throat. “We’ve been talking to so many veterans and people with addictions and I’ve just-” he sighed, hands rubbing his face and going over his head. “I’ve been so exhausted.”

You saw a tear slip and set your clipboard down. Moving to sit beside him, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, pulling him close in comfort.

“I just feel like I’m turning into him.” He breathed out, gasping between breaths as he tried to slow his tears.

“You will never be him,” you looked him straight into the eyes. “You’re so strong, Tom. I’ve seen you these past few weeks and- I’m honestly surprised you didn’t come sooner. I can see how much of a fighter you are, how in control of your mind and your headspace you are. And that’s good,” he let out a few more tears, looking down to his lap, and you pulled him closer. “You’re doing so good.”

He nodded, hand running over his buzzed head. “No yeah, I know,” his voice was so broken, rasping beyond belief. “I’m terrified of becoming him- of… of losing who I am.”

You nodded. “It’s hard,” you agreed. “Just because you can handle it doesn’t mean you’re not going to have rough patches. It’s okay to have breakdowns like today. We know what you have to do and what you have to go through for this role,” you lifted his chin, swallowing. “Days like this are going to happen, and you don’t need to be sorry.”

The two of you sat in each other’s embrace for a few minutes after that, silence settling in the trailer.

“You’re so good to me,” he sighed out, and you shook your head.

“You deserve the best, Tom.”

With all the time the two of you ended up spending together during production, a relationship had sprouted. He’d confided in you for basically everything, not just Cherry-related problems. He trusted you, and he was certain he loved you. It had only been a few months, and he didn’t want to scare you off, but he still knew.

Press had started, from home of course. Over the course of quarantine, the two of you had gone public with your relationship, occasionally sharing a few pictures. He was in an interview now, smiling in his seat, a yellow-golden shirt fitted on his chest. You were sitting in the corner, out of the view of the camera.

“How hard was it to differentiate your headspace? Between Cherry, with such a dark persona, and you yourself. Was it difficult to keep it out of your personal mindset?”

“Uhm,” he crossed his arms, biceps buff. “Well, it was definitely difficult. There were days on set where I’d just- I’d snap and I’d go up to the Russos and be like ‘Hey, sorry about that.’ And they’d say ‘Dude, you’re playing a drug addict. It’s gonna happen,’” he laughed wholeheartedly. “But, I’d say we had really great support. My girlfriend was such a huge factor in keeping me in the right headspace through all of this.”

“Your girlfriend is a…. Psychiatrist, right?”

Tom nodded with a smile, “Yeah, she is.” He glanced at you when he replied, a small grin on his face as he watched you from afar. He was grinning like a madman when you stared back, and you giggled, waving at him in a silly manner. He waved back, momentarily forgetting he was on camera, and you tried not to laugh too loudly.

“Is she in the room with you?”

Tom’s head snapped back to the monitor and he laughed, a blush coating his cheeks. “Yeah, she is,” he scratched his neck. You stuck your tongue out at him, and he did the same. You were sure twitter was going to have a fit tonight.

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