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#but now im just sitting here anxious and upset and i want to hope and be be excited but i feel so guilty and stupid and bad and just
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hi hi hi hi i saw this post and i wanna see your take on it (with peter ofc like hurt/comfort) (https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/730170525023862784/okay-hey-me-again-was-hoping-to-send-a-request?source=share) something similar happened to me a couple of weeks ago too.
So a couple of weeks ago i was planning like this whole big get together and was texting everyone and planning food, decorations and everything and the day of most people either canceled or just literally didnt show up and i didnt even get a text or anything, and i literally spent hours planning, like i went to TJMaxx, Marshalls and stuff like that to find cute decorations and everything, like i spent all of my own money on this. Since no one came i literally sat in my house all dolled up eating everything and watch tv cuz i was upset. THEN around like 11 at night i was on instagram (and im guessing one of them forgot to take me off their close friends) and i saw a story of basically everyone i invited to my party go to another persons party or something i wasnt invited to ig and none of them told me. Like if im being honest, if they couldnt come cuz of some other event i would have moved the date even tho i picked it first. but like, its so shitty cuz they are like my main friend group and its hard for me to mingle with people in general. I have been texting like dry responses and the group chat has been empty since and i have no idea what to do. - 🎀
That’s What Peter’s For
✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader
✮ word count: 0.8k
✮ warnings: one forehead kiss, hurt/comfort, mentions of food, angst.
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main masterlist ⋆ peter parker masterlist
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✮ gif by @spidey-stark
The TV in front of you flickered from frame to frame, each pixel reflecting a bright and blinding light into your dark living room. It’s late as you sit alone on the couch, eating the food you prepared for your friends going to waste due to your overplanning. Or maybe because they didn’t bother to show up. 
As you mindlessly shovel food into your mouth, you think back on your trips to pick out decorations for this night. You went with Peter, and you spent too much, but you didn’t care. You wanted your friends to gawk at the effort you put in, you just wanted them to care. 
When you were picking out an outfit for tonight, you tried on each variation, but to no avail, you weren’t satisfied. The bedroom looked like a warzone. Shirts and pants scattered along the floor, leaving little to no walking room. You couldn’t help but look forward to seeing everyone, the thought making you anxious for everyone to arrive. 
Peter was out for the night doing his nightly activities, when the clock struck eight, signaling that your friends should be here at any moment. You were still perfecting some of the drinks when you checked the clock again, eight forty-five. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you walked over to your phone to double-check the time and also look for any ‘running late, sorry’ messages. And to your surprise, the time was correct, and no one had texted you. 
Taking a seat on the couch, you looked for the digital invite you’d sent everyone to double-check check you got the date right. Maybe I’m the wrong one? Once you found it, you took a deep breath. The date is right. 
You tried to find answers as you scrolled through social media. One of the people invited to your party posted a video of themselves dancing in a dimly lit club, the camera panned over to the rest of the group. You can feel your heart sink into your stomach as you realize that everyone you’ve invited was in that video posted five minutes ago. 
Now it’s almost midnight, and you haven’t moved besides turning on the TV and reaching for the snacks on your coffee table. Thick tears roll down your face, taking your makeup with you. You texted one of them a few hours ago, simply asking when they would arrive at your place. And of course, you didn’t receive a response. 
Too in your mind, you don’t even hear the front door open, revealing Peter quickly shoving his suit in his backpack. He was assuming that there would be other people filling in his apartment, causing him to change in the alley and rush up to meet you. A smile is on his face until he’s met with the sound of silence along with the muffled noise from whatever you are watching. 
Then his eyes land on you. Walking over he can’t see your tear-stained cheeks yet as he asks, “Where is everyone, bug?” You sniffle, before turning your head to look at him, instantly breaking down in tears. “Woah,” he instantly sits next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, “tell me what happened.” His tone suddenly turns stern, as he worries.
You look up at him, your skin smudged with a thick smear of black from the mascara you delicately applied just hours before. “Th–They…never showed up,” you take a shaky breath, “everyone ditched me for something else, Pete. And n–no one told me.” 
Peter’s worry turned into anger. He was there for you through all of the planning, all of the grocery trips, and all of the outfit changes, and none of them cared to show. He knew that you needed him in this moment. You needed a warm embrace to pour your heart out. And that you did.
You sat and cried with Peter until you fell asleep, exhaustion taking over your body. When Peter felt your breathing even out beside him, he turned off the TV and carried you to your shared bedroom. Placing you down on the mattress, he walked back into the kitchen, quietly packing everything up, and cleaning the space. The last thing you needed to see tomorrow morning was the events of tonight. 
You didn’t stir until you felt a cold cloth on your face, softly wiping at your skin. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m just taking your makeup off,” he hushes, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. You relax under him. The feeling of someone looking after you makes you melt further into the mattress. 
With Peter everything was alright, and you knew that he would be right at your side through all of it. That includes texting your friends a lengthy paragraph about the value of friendship. 
✮ author's note: oh 🎀 anon, im so sorry you had to deal with this. i've been through something like this a few years back, and it is such a shitty feeling. you don't deserve friends that will push you aside for something they think is better. friendships do not work like that. they should have communicated with you about not making it, but the fact that they just ghosted you completely and tried to cover it up??? shady as hell. i'm always here to listen!!
don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support this if you liked it!! my asks/inbox is open, so send in requests if you'd like. ok, ily bye<333
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octo-hyacinth · 2 years
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Hey! I recently stumbled across your work and have been absolutely hooked. Can I request Dorm Leaders’ reactions when fem!reader accidentally falls under a sleeping curse? The cure is true love’s kiss of course, but they’re either too dense or too anxious to know that:P
yes, ofc! i’ll only write up to vil cuz im not familiar enough with idia and malleus for the time being, but hopefully one day i can muster up the courage to write them haha
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Dorm Leaders with an S/O Cursed to Sleep
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar,Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit Content Warnings: Tiny bit of angst (more like panic but the title is self-explanatory), yall can imagine the ending however u want im cutting it off at the kiss, mostly typed on phone so possible typos but its fine A/N: man it took me so long to get around to this and i'm so sorryyyy (*_ _)人 but i hope you enjoy!
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"How could this possibly happen? Y/N is surrounded by students for a large portion their day, every day, and yet they are lying here, having been singled out and targeted by such a malevolent curse," Vil argued.
Leona leaned against the furthest wall, rolling his eyes. "Will ya shut your trap already? We get it, it's a bad situation, and it's real inconvenient." He scowled at your sleeping form, like maybe if he judged you enough, you'd wake up. "I almost wanna say they deserve this, for bein' so dense, but—"
"How could you say that?" Kalim cried, attempting to quickly wipe the tears streaking down his face. "They've been nothing but nice to all of us, but now they're d—"
"The prefect is not dead, simply... incapacitated for an indefinite amount of time," Azul replied smoothly, but if you looked closely, he seemed to be holding back a bit of his own worry from showing on his face. "I think—"
"No one asked you what you think, cephalo-punk—"
"QUIET, ALL OF YOU!" Riddle shouted, thoroughly irritated by the lack of progress in getting you to wake up. "Instead of sitting around complaining, we should be coming up with a solution."
They stood in silence for a few tense moments, before Vil softly spoke.
"I believe I've read about a similar situation happening with a princess long ago. She too was cursed into slumber, and the only way to wake her up was—"
"But-but that's impossible!" Riddle sputtered. "True love's kiss? Should we really be looking to a fairytale for our answers?"
"All stories are laced with truth, as they say," Azul thoughtfully stroked his chin. "Perhaps... we should try it, if we truly have no other options."
A heavy silence spread across the room as every leader contemplated this. Finally, someone spoke.
"Alright, I'll do it."
Riddle Rosehearts
Oh, dear, what a predicament.
Riddle’s a clever boy, so he knows exactly what needs to be done... he just doesn't exactly have the courage to do it.
I mean, true love’s kiss? Is that something he can even achieve? Is he worthy of kissing you awake, or will he fall short of needing to be your "true love"?
He has his worries, but he does his best to be rational, and just do the next logical step in achieving his goal.... in this case the goal being to save you from being stuck in an eternal slumber that possibly no one will be able to wake you from. No big deal.
He ordered everyone to clear out, as there was no way he could bring himself to kiss you in front of all those eyes. Much too embarrassing.
He approached the side of your bed, and stared at your gently closed eyes. You looked so peaceful— was this perhaps a much-needed break from running around campus every day? As much as he wanted to say you SHOULD be waking up to attend to what needed to be done, he was afraid of forcing you back to your tiresome waking reality. What if you got upset at him for bringing you back?
But he couldn't dwell on these questions when you were stuck under a curse. Everyone wanted you back. And Riddle missed you more than he'd like to admit. So he leaned over your resting frame, and with only a moment of hesitation, he pressed his lips gently to yours.
Leona Kingscholar
First off, what a hassle.
Most of him didn't even wanna be here, arguing with the other dorm losers, but he couldn't bring himself to just ditch you when you needed help.
Once Schoenheit mentioned true love's kiss being the only option available to wake you up, he scoffed and almost left right then, ready to let someone else deal with that. But then he had a thought.
What if he was the one that you needed that kiss from?
The more he thought about it, the more possessive he was getting over you. He didn't want any of these other idiots kissing you, cuz you were his. He was the one that truly wanted you, and you felt the same way, of course. Right?
He got flashbacks to all the times you defended him, like during his overblot, when you simply refused to let him destroy himself when he was at his lowest.
And then, right there, he made up his mind. He wasn't gonna let any of these guys claim you first, so he pushed his way through from the wall, slipped his hand underneath your head, and kissed you with all the passion he'd been holding back since he met you.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul was incredibly good at holding up a façade of confidence, even if he didn’t always feel that way. But upon realizing the fact that the only way to wake you was through a true love’s kiss, well, it made him more nervous than he expected to be
At first, he tried to approach it like he would any other situation. How can he turn this in his favor? How can he maximize his own gain from this situation? How can he take control?
But the more he thought about it, the more a certain sense of dread overcame him. He started to realize that this was not a situation he could take control of. There was only one option; to kiss you, or let someone else do it. No cheating, no manipulation, and there’s nothing else he could gain or lose. That was the only variable.
But now that he really thought about that… was kissing you really such a bad option? Or was it something he desired deep in the pits of his own soul, under all the indifferent, confident, businesslike masks he used on the regular?
The more he thought, the more his feelings for you started to claw its way towards the surface of his consciousness. And once those feelings broke through the tumultuous waves of all his suppressed emotions and made itself known, it hit him like a brick.
He cared for you. Deeper than he’d ever ventured back in the Coral Sea, deeper than he could’ve imagined. And then he felt something akin to possessiveness, almost. Not quite so aggressive as it, but he realized how badly he wanted to be the one to kiss you. Not any of the others, because then he’d have to face up to the possibility that he wasn’t your true love.
But then, even if he WAS the first one to kiss you, would you even wake up?
He really, really hoped you would.
Finally, after being stuck in his thoughts for what felt like an eternity, he decided to act.
In his most confident, self-assured voice, he asked the others to step out of the room, and only after Leona made a mocking gesture at him before closing the door, did Azul let out a big sigh.
Now alone, with his feelings free to take over, he inched towards the side of your bed, all the while keeping his eyes on your serene face before delicately sitting down on the edge.
Slowly, he took off one glove to gently hold the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. And as he studied how peaceful you were, and felt how soft your skin was upon your beautiful face, he felt a sense of calm wash over him like a beach at high tide. All of his nervousness about kissing you was dispelled. Because like this, he felt as if you were his rock during a torrential hurricane. You felt like the safety of his octopot whenever he was afraid. He cared for you so much, he could never be scared of you.
So if this was what had to be done to wake you, to bring back your smile and laughter and all the joy you brought to his life, he would kiss you without a moment’s hesitation.
And so he did, and it was as gentle as the rocking seaweed sways under the sea, but filled with enough love to create an ocean.
Kalim Al-Asim
He’s so, so terrified that you won’t be able to wake up from this curse
Almost leaves to go get Jamil over here to figure out a way to wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave you!
If Vil said that a kiss would be the way to wake you up, does that mean they’d all have to take turns kissing you? But he wanted to be the one that counted as true love!
I mean, he always showered you with gifts that you said were “too expensive” or something, and he always shared Jamil’s cooking with you, which of course you both thought was delicious. He does so much for you because he loves you! You’re his favorite person, and he regularly told you so, and how he wanted to bring you home to his family over school break, and that he was positive that his parents would approve of you!
And with how much he showed his love for you, how could he be anything but your true love!
Wait, he had to focus at the problem at hand. You needed a kiss to wake up, and he was totally willing to give you a lil kiss (you didn’t even have to be cursed to get one from him, he’s just that affectionate)
He tried really hard to push back the nervousness by thinking happy thoughts, like how excited he’d be once you woke up and then he could give you all his affection again and have Jamil cook up a feast to celebrate your waking, and he could get a bunch of fancy animals too, and invite the whole school so everyone could be happy that the curse was gone!
Dang, he wasn’t very good at focusing on the problem in front of him. Anyway.
If kissing you was all he had to do, he was willing to give it a shot! So he volunteered out loud, and without waiting for anyone to respond or even leave, he rushed over to your bedside, and combed his fingers through your hair before accidentally smashing his lips against yours a bit too hard. Oopsie. He was just overexcited, just looking forward to seeing your happy smile again!
Vil Schoenheit
Likely approaching this problem the most rationally, closely tied with Riddle.
In the story, the fabled princess was kissed awake by a wandering, random prince who just happened to be enraptured by her sleeping beauty, and he just happened to be her true love. But how lucky would you be, to have your true love be someone in this room?
Truth be told, he was hoping with all his heart that this was his chance to be the prince, the protagonist in the story, the one who ‘gets the girl’, as those ancient stories would put it. Going his whole life playing the role of the villain, he just wanted this one chance to be your prince.
Of course, you deserved nothing less than the fairest one this world had to offer, and Vil would say he was the fairest of them all, and that you deserved him, but more than anything, he just wanted to to able to deserve you.
He didn’t overthink the situation much. He was never one to succumb to nerves or panic or anxiety. He knew what had to be done, and he knew what he wanted to do. So he strode up to you without giving the other housewardens even a passing glance, gently cupped your face, and kissed you as lovingly and as elegantly as only the best prince could.
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vcnillazelda · 1 year
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maybe it’s my fault
jasper hale x reader
summary: after a misunderstanding, you leave your current relationship in a messy place
tags: getting back together kinda, musician! reader, school dances, slow dancing <3, human! reader, jasper is kinda stupid but we love him anyway, good friend alice <3, based on <maybe> it’s my fault by willow <33, angst with a happy ending
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jasper was so excited. he was going to hang ot with you today. the two of you had agreed to have a little getaway during the weekend in a secret spot the two of you found. you two had just become established so this was the closest thing to a date the two of you have had. he had your favourite foods and everything. the blonde truly wanted to spoil you.
“i know. he’s so adorable.” he overhears; and jasper freezes. “so you really like him, right? you should totally ditch your plans and go hang out with him.” edward responds. that was weird… you normally barely spoke to edward. was he referring to your date with jasper? his dead heart sinks as he listens closer. “mmm, i dunno.” you sound rather joking. he can hear your heartbeat, it’s pumping fast. “c’mon. it’ll be fun. you two can get to know each other more.” edward advices. “he doesn’t like me like that yet, now shut up. jasper will be here soon.” he furrows his brows, dropping his backpack with a light thud. what were you two talking about? were you cheating on him? jasper can feel the pure adoration in your emotions talking about this mystery person and he wants to scream. taking off, he heads in the opposite direction. so much for that date.
you were so worried. after edward had left, jasper hadn’t turned up at all. you were anxious he might of gotten hurt or had stood you up, you knew he was a little odd but you didn’t think he’d do that. you had blew up his phone, terrified of the worst.
jas??
jaaasssss??
where are you? :(
are you late?
come on silly i miss uuuu
those were left on read; the rest were on delivered.
jas im seriously worried.
are you okay?
did i do something wrong?
im sorry :(
please let me know you’re okay.
i’m so sorry please just let me know if you’re okay
now you were sat up late at 3 am terrified of the worst. had you upset him? did he not love you? was this all a sick joke? was he put up to it? your mind was racing and your heart was hammering. you sob to yourself, slamming your phone down onto your mattress, it bounces and clatters to the floor but you don’t care. curling into a ball, you cry to yourself, clutching your body to attempt to soothe yourself, yet nothing could compare to how jasper held you. sitting up, you snatch your notebook, maybe some songwriting would help you vent.
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jasper was now sat in alice’s room. she was looking unimpressed. “you seriously think she’s cheating?” she asks, deadpan. “yes! i overheard her and edward and she was talking about someone else.” alice runs a hand over her face. “alice i’m serious!” jasper whines, his heart was aching. “have you spoken to her?” alice asks, looking at him. “no..?” he mutters. alice gives an exasperated expression. “seriously, jasper? you ghosted her? she’s probably worried sick.” his friend scolds, and jasper sighed. “should i go see her..?”
“yes, dummy! go talk to her. if she is cheating, which i doubt, then you can talk about it; find the truth.” alice gestures to her door and jasper sighs. “alright. you’re right. i’ll talk to her.” he mumbles, getting up. “good. don’t come back until you’re back together. i don’t want my favourite couple breaking up.” alice teases, pinching his arm with her sharp nails. “okay, okay.” jasper smiles a little, leaving his friend’s room.
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jasper slips into your home through an unlocked window. he was hoping you were still here and not somewhere being sad. as soon as he walks upstairs, he can feel your presence. it was sad, overwhelmingly sad. carefully, jasper peers into your room. you’re fast asleep, back turned to him, yet your emotions were devastated. stepping into the room and closing your door, jasper rounds your bed, examining you for any signs of distress. you had dried tears upon your face, and jasper sighs. “oh, sweetheart…” he mutters, cold thumb making your face scrunch up as he wipes them away. he glances down, your song book had fallen from your hand, a mess upon the floor.
curiously, jasper scoops it up carefully.
maybe it’s my fault?
scrap song (probably)
rough idea:
met him at a party, i said he seems nice / every time i think about it i get butterflies / and i done told you we agree that he’s alright / never thought i’d be tripping / over the lost time / i said it was fine, laying down six feet under it’s sublime / should of saw the signs / now we’re in a fight
chorus??:
it’s all on my mind, all on my mind / i try to rewind / and all the while / i’m hurting inside / it’s your fault / maybe it’s my fault?
jasper runs his fingers over the ink, smudging it a little. examining the bottom of the page, he spots a smaller piece of writing.
said i can handle this / that was your one request / said i would be there / be there in your distress / instead you just feel dispensed / i don’t know / if i’m worth forgiving.
jasper sighs, closing the book and looking from it to you. you looked so idyllic, so peaceful. carefully, he places the book upon your bedside table, moving around the bed to lay down with you. his arm curls around your waist and you shuffle a little, exhaling calmly. jasper sighs, resting his forehead to the back of your neck. “you okay?” you mutter softly, and jasper hums. “yeah… are you?” he responds. “i’m alright.” that was a lie, he could feel your sadness. “wanna talk about it?” you ask him, and jasper sighs. “yeah… i uh- i overheard you and edward.” you let out a soft ‘oh’. jasper feels ill. “are you… are you cheating on me?” he adds on, voice tiny. “no..! no, of course not. why would you think that?” you ask, and jasper exhales shakily. “i just- i heard edward telling you to ditch your plans and go with some other guy and you sounded so happy-“ he mutters, choking up. rolling over, you hug him back. jasper clings to you, burying his face into your neck.
“jasper, we were talking about you.” you explain, and he feels incredibly stupid. “what..?” he pulls away. your hand gently cups his cheek. “he was telling me to cancel my plans next week so i could do something for you. it was meant to be a surprise but uh… it seems it’s been spoiled.” you smile sheepishly. jasper exhales with relief, all his negative emotions venting from his body. you smile at him a little and your boyfriend immediately snatches your lips in a kiss. your hand slips into his hair, cradling him close. “i would never cheat on you.” you mutter against his lips. “i know- i know, i’m sorry.” jasper responds, kissing you again.
“i really wanted to surprise you next week. i’ll have to get you some other time.” you joke as the two of you finally pull away. “sorry, sweetheart.” jasper smiles, brushing his nose against yours. “it’s okay. i was planning to take you out to the park late at night like some weird picnic type thing. there was gonna be cheesy music and edward was planning on setting it up.” you explain, jasper laughs softly. “thank you for the thought sweetheart. we can still do it considering our actual date has been… ruined.” you smile sadly, kissing his nose gently. “i dunno, jas. the nights still young.” you suggest, sitting up. jasper follows you. “what are you suggesting?” he asks, smiling at you. “come on.” you stand, tugging his cold hand. jasper huffs out a soft laugh.
you pull him flush to your chest, arms wrapping around him. jasper immediately hugs you back, squeezing slightly. “what are we doing?” he asks, voice quiet. “dancing, silly.” you respond, kissing his shoulder. “i see.” jasper chuckles, leaning his head against yours, swaying with you slowly. “this is much more romantic, if i may say so.” you giggle, squeezing him. “we’re like the modern romeo and juliet.” he muses, and you laugh. “totally, except we won’t die at the end.” jasper smiles. “no?” he humours you, and you hum. “no. we’ll have what they couldn’t have.” his heart almost beats again. “and what would that be?” he mutters, kissing your head softly. “a happy life, together. no more stupid situations where one thinks the other is cheating.” you pinch his side playfully. jasper laughs a little. “i’m sorry.”
the two of you stand in silence, relishing the moment with each other. “i love you.” jasper mumbles, you smile. he can feel pure love and adoration radiating off of you. “i love you too.” you respond, yet he already knows that. “i didn’t mean to pry, but i read your song.” he admits and you gasp, gently slapping his back. “peeper.” you smile into his neck. jasper laughs. “it’s beautiful, but i want to assure you that nothing was your fault. i jumped to conclusions. i shouldn’t of ignored you.” jasper closes his eyes, palm slipping into yours. “thank you..” you mumble, and jasper smiles, kissing your head once more. “your feelings were valid too. i would of reacted the same way.” you add on, and jasper exhales through his nose. “i never thought i’d hate anything more than falling out with you.” jasper huffs out a laugh. “i know.” you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i love you.”
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tatsumessy · 1 year
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HELLOO HOW ARE YOUU I hope youre open with requests, im obsessed with your writing, could you please do the bllk boys(with sae preferably) finding their s/o in the kitchen baking for them, it was a huge mess (i mean like batter all over the counter, dishes everywhere, ingredients that was spilled) so he tries to help s/o but they refused and when he finally tastes it, it was suprisingly delicous.
Ive been thinking about this for a while now bc i often bake messy id love to see their reaction TvT
THANK YOUU LOVE U SM <3
a/n: I’m doing so great my love 💕 I’m so glad you like my writing, I know I can be self conscious sometimes soooo thank you ☺️
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ft: sae itoshi::rin itoshi
if you have any request for just ask, I don’t bite I promise 🤭
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sae itoshi
you and sae had been dating for a few years and he’s always treated you like a princess. thankfully his birthday was tomorrow and you wanted to bake some brownies for him. now your oldest sister got the cooking and baking genes but that didn’t mean you didn’t know anything. while sae was taking a shower you were in the kitchen mixing everything together, when you dipped your finger in to taste it, it was lacking flavor. A LOT OF FLAVOR. spitting out the batter in the sink you grabbed your trash bag and threw it away. rolling your eyes you looked at you phone staring at the recipe your sister sent you for the sixth time.
“whatcha doing kitten?” sae asked wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss on your neck. he glanced down at your phone seeing the recipes then finally took notice to the mess around the kitchen. broken egg shells, flour all over the counter tops, oil on the ground. the kitchen looked like a pigsty but the only thing he was worried about was why you were so upset. “I’m trying to make you some brownies but they just aren’t coming out right.” you whined setting the phone back down in it’s former position. “why?” he asked moving from behind you to grab the bag of flour, sugar, eggs and every other ingredient. “it’s your birthday tomorrow, I just wanted to do something special for you.” his frown disappeared and he stepped away from you and grabbed the bowl full of old batter and cleaned it out along with the other dishes you used.
“what are you doing?” you asked watching him finish with cleaning, “since this is so important to you then I’ll help you with it.” you immediately stopped him and forced him to go do something else while you redid the brownies one last time, if this came out horrible then you’d just give up. once you finished with the brownies you took them out the oven and cut them into squares. sae was sitting on the sofa watching a soccer game when you appeared right next to him with one brownie on a napkin. “here, try it.” he glanced down at the brownie then back up at me, “no.” he resumes the game, you grab the remote and turn the tv off shoving the brownie back in his face.
“please…” he sighed grabbed the napkin quickly taking a bite out of the brownie. sitting there anxious he took another bite and in that second you could see a light blush on his cheeks. “it’s good sweetheart.”
rin itoshi
“why the hell are you destroying our kitchen?” rin spoke walking into the kitchen, and setting his bag on the ground and picking up a batter soaked napkin. “I was trying to make you a cake, and it didn’t turn out the way it’s supposed to look on the box.” you quickly responded accidentally wiping flour in your cheeks. rin unzipped his jacket and threw it on the couch while bunching up his sleeves. “what kind of cake?” he looked at the table then back at you waiting for your response. “Strawberry, your favorite.” rin’s cheeks started to heat up and he turned away covering his face and mumbling curses. “let me help you, you know baking is not your strong suit.” “you are an ass rin. we’ll see if I make you anything else, ass.” you responded throwing down the paper towel and starting to walk out the kitchen, but rin’s grip on your waist stopped you. “okay I’m sorry y/n. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. just forget about the cake.” you shook your head in agreement and the both of you left the kitchen to spend time with each other.
once rin was fast asleep you quietly got out of the bed to try the recipe once again. granted you messed up three more times but by the time rin woke up in the morning for workouts you just finished decorating the cake. “y/n what the hell. I thought we agree to forget the whole ca-” you shut him up by stuffing a small piece in his mouth. staring at him, you watched him chew and swallow then grab a cup of water to clear his throat. “so? do you like it rin?” he set the cup down then placed both his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss, you could taste the remaining cake crumbs in his mouth.
“I love it.” he said pecking your cheek then bidding you goodbye before he left to go workout.
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floppydiskettess · 11 months
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Do you write for skye?! I haven’t seen much for her in the community and honestly I’m grabbing at straws for skye content.
If you’re comfortable, dating skye hc would be nice! You can add anyone else if you want I’m just desperate for her
HELLO OMG !!! there is such a lack of skye content its so sad :(
yes i absolutely will write for skye! tysm for the request omgomg :)
DATING SKYE
she definitely has a lot of insecurity with her healing, everyone just runs to sage and forgets about her. if you chose to go to her over sage she would be so flustered and pleased :)
"huh? you came to me..? wow mate i'm flattered. come sit!"
she would be so caring, the last thing she wants is her lover hurt..
"now please take care dearest! if you need anything else you can come to me."
she loves PDA if your ok with it! she would definitely give you a side hug in public after you came back from a mission, on the trip back to base she would hold your hand and caress it.
she loves hands, it sounds weird but like, she loves holding your hand, press small kisses to the palm and back of your hand, and she loves to feel your hand run through her hair as she softly your cheek
she is quite organized, so expect planned out dates (maybe with an itinerary as well LOL)
she is not extremely jealous, but she definitely notices the not-so subtle flirting from chamber every once in a while. if he starts to get a little bit TOO obvious, she will step in and try and get him to leave.
"chamber, i heard brim was calling you? sounded pretty important eh? better get going."
gives him a death glare as he leaves
"are you sure you don't want me to talk to him mate? if he makes you uncomfortable then you should say something.."
skye is not a very anxious person, so she would be a little out of her element if she were comforting you, but she would try her best.
"mate..if you ever need a shoulder to cry on i am here for you! i really hate seeing you upset. i just wish i could take this pain away from you.."
she would be an amazing partner. she would always ask to accompany you if you were on a mission because what if you got hurt and sage was much far away from the site you were on? what if you got ambushed and had to fight 5 versus 1..?
if she couldn't come with you, she would threaten cypher into keeping a close eye on your bodycam.
"cypher. i will send my trailblazer into your room everynight if you don't make sure they are ok on that mission, you got that mate?"
her love language is totally acts of service, she loves to do things for you. even if it is as simple as healing a small scratch or bruise.
"i love you little fox! please stay safe! :)"
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a/n: IM SO SORRY THE END IS RUSHED IM WRITING THIS LIKE...10 MINS PRIOR TO A BIG AUDITION I HAVE. i hope you enjoy thoughhh!!!!!!! :)))
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cerise-angel · 1 year
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warm.
Steve Harrington x female reader
basically reader has a very bad day, is anxious about college and Steve warms her up.
completely self indulge and maybe a little too much self inserted in this one (sorry ><)
english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes
requests are open btw!
tanks for reading! hope you enjoy <3
genre: fluff, angst?? (reader is upset) (this could be smut but im a coward lol)
word count: 525
You really dont feel like talking today. Everything is tiring you, and you're feeling bad and antsy. When you finally get home after college, you wish to study, you have to, or else your scholarship is cut off. But you cant summon the strength and opts for a hot shower. The hot water soothes your skin, wrapping you in warmth, and your eyes starts to drop their tears.
You dont feel when, but the warmth of the water, faded and hazy, is replaced by human warmth, real and strong against you. You dont open your eyes, you know its Steve.
His chest is warm and soft against your cheeks, and his arms wrap around your waist and back. His hands caress you in circular motions, saying im here. im here.
Steve doesnt ask why you're crying, he just kisses your tears away, and try to make you smile for him, with his dumb impersonation of Mickey Mouse.
Eventualky he does, and your sobbing turns into a small laugh. He kisses your temple, your eyes and your lips. Steve helps you finish your shower, washing your body with your loofah and favorite bubblegum gel shower.
You both finish the shower, and get out of the box. Steve dries himself quickly, and wrap you in his fluffy green towel, carrying you to your room. You smile against his skin, and he knows you're feeling a little better.
At the room, Steve gets himself inside an old pair of boxers, and gets you inside an old sweatshirt. You both flop into the bed, pulling the duvet until your fully under it. Steve pulls you close to him, your cheeks pressed to his tummy, his arms craddling your head, both your legs intertwined. His mouth drops kisses in your wet hair.
"Want me to blow dry it?"
You nod.
"But after. Want to nap now."
Steve smiles at your lazyness. His arms pull the duvet, and you groan.
"Cmon. Dont want you to get sick."
Pouting, you sit on the bed, while Steve gets up to pick your hair oil and the pink blowdryer you keep under the bed. He gives you the oil, and you apply it to your hair, untangling it in the process. Steve turns the blowdryer on, and sits right behind you, your back glued to his chest. His hands caress your hair, pulling in softly out of your face. You smile, feeling warm, and looks up to him. He smiles back, pressing his nose to yours.
When your hair is mostly dry, Steve turns it off, and before you can move, he wraps his arms and legs around your torso, laying you back on the bed on top of him.
"I love you."
You mutter soflty, eyes glisting from happiness and not from tears anymore. Steve lets out a fake sigh.
"Only cause i dried your hair."
You turn in his embrace, facing his pretty eyes and fake pout. You kiss him, just to kiss him. Steve smiles.
"I love you more."
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pooplyface1423 · 3 months
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ORIGINALLY FROM
@parrythisucasual .
What about me? Chapter 7
Her eyes locked on your hands, her smile widening. Jax quickly dropped your hand, standing back up to full height. He didn’t look at you, his attention now entirely fixated on Ragatha. Although you could have sworn, he looked anxious. You hoped you didn’t upset him…
Soon, Ragatha catches up to you guys,
"What are you guys doing?" Said the doll
"Not much, just finished riding the tea cup's" you said, looking down
"Well, that's nice wanna come get some snacks with me and gangle," said ragatha
" Sure!"
"Are you coming, Jax?" You said joining the girls
" Nah, you guys go. im fine " said jax
" Aww, come on, Jax, let's go," you said, giving him a pleading face
" ~Aww~ I bet u really want me to go with u guys, but I just remembered that I gotta go met with kinger about something," said Jax, looking at u with a smirk
" I -um ok," u said with a startled and blushing face.
" Welp, let go get some cotton candy," said gangle
"Sure, what do u think y/n" said ragatha
"Um - yeah, sure, let's go," U said, just seeing Jax walk away into the circus tent
☁️Jax's thoughts☁️
" OMG THAT WAS SO CRINGE AND SO EMBARRASSING WHY DID U SAY IT LIKE THAT UGHHHH YOU IDIOT"
" I bet that Doll is going to be a bigger tease towards me"
"OOf well gotta go harass the chess piece now "
☁️Out of jax's thoughts☁️
All three of the girls go and get the goods and sit down in a bench.
While they are eating gangle speaks up.
"So y/n why were you holding Jax's hand?" She says, looking timidly at u
"Well, I - um I was - " you said just blabbering incoherent words while becoming a blushing mess
"ANYWAY, let's talk about something else. Um- what should we do after this?" said Ragatha, just trying to deascalate the interaction
"Well, if it okay with u guys, I want to go in the carousel," says gangle, finishing her cotton candy
.♧.Meanwhile.♧.
"So, do you like them or not?" Says Kinger just waiting for an answer
"Why do you care?" says Jax, looking at Kinger in a bit of an annoyed tone
"Just because you have been taking about y/n since you got here,"says kinger just looking at Jax. For a response
"Well- Um, I- guess I-" says Jax trying to find his answer
" Yes or No Jax," says kinger, sounding desperate for an answer
" Short answer, yes?" Says Jax looking for any type of emotion in Kingers face
" YOU LIKE Y/N"
Says #####
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Anyway, thanks for reading, and sorry it's short it's my first time writing this type of content, so apologies.
If u wanna know what happens before, here is the link for chapter 6.
https://www.tumblr.com/parrythisucasual/734538715134902272/what-about-me-ch-6
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bonesandthebees · 7 months
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Ider if i told u but i got my wisdom teeth removed today and that shit was the worst experience of my life ohmygod
The actual procedure went okay, though like i took an anti anxiety med that was supposed to knock me out but i was Fully Conscious LMFAO AND SO I ASKED THEM TO GIVE ME THE OTHER ONE BUT THEY WERE LIKE "naur bro ur fine" BC I WSNT FREAKING OUT A TON DJFKGKF WHICH I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR (tho it turned out to be a good thing bc those meds ended up making me . Hashtag emetophobia tw ifykwim)
BUT YEAH THE RECOVERY PROCESS WAS SHITTTT THEY TOLD ME I COULD TAKE OUT THE GAUZE IN 2 HRS AND SLEEP BC I WAS VERY TIRED BUT NOOOO IT WOUKDNT HEALLL FOR A WHOLE SIX ASS HOURS
Ahem sorry for yelling i was just very . Upset bc i wanted to sleep or even just drink fucking water man
BUT I DIDDD EVENTUALLY I DIDD WE REJOICEEE i think there was still a little bit of blood but i couldnt taste it anymore and i was really thirsty so shfkfkf and food (literally just broth lmao) made me feel a lot better so that's good
But yeah . -1100000 experience i would literally never recommend it (unless u have to, also from who I've talked to almost everyone else has had a better experience than me so if u are scared, do not worry king it won't be that bad. And even if it is like me, im here!! And alive!! And the nausea wasnt that bad, it kinda just came and went. Much better than migraines bro fr, migraines suck BALLS)
Like everyone kept telling me to watch a movie but that was stressing me out so what i ended up doing wss putting on a podfic (passerine podcast on yt woot woot, i listened to change fate by sircantus) and man it's actually wild how much it helped me. It helped calm my anxiety AND distract me from the pain. Once i did that existing felt less like suffering and more like an annoyance ahahah
OUGH I DIDNT EVEN GET ANY SILLY GOOFY MOMENTS EITHER BC I WASNT LOOPY AT ALL JUST TIRED DHFJFK
Anyways ty for letting me get that out of my system LMAOO
oh man this sounds literally horrible I'm so sorry icy 😭 that sucks that you weren't able to knock out even a little bit but at least the procedure itself wasn't horrible
god that sounds terrible though just sitting there for 6 hours waiting to be able to take the gauze out. that's so strange that it took so long. but at least you were able to listen to passerine podcast that's nice!!
everyone I know whose gotten their wisdom teeth removed had a better experience than this I am so sorry you got so unlucky.
I'm very grateful that I'm never gonna have to get my wisdom teeth removed. I had soooo much horribly painful dental work done to my mouth throughout my entire teen years that I now genuinely get bad anxiety anytime I'm in a dentist office even if I'm not there for myself, I straight up was getting anxious when I took my grandma there for a cleaning the other day 😭 and I keep putting off a recommended (minor) procedure bc of this anxiety it's badddd
I hope you're feeling better now though!!
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ranty rant for ranting's sake
click if you dare
it's heavy and kinda personal but maybe relatable you never know
y'all i literally near about had an anxiety attack over the possibility of me getting a C as an overall grade in one of the stupidest classes i've ever taken in my fricking life
like sweet stars above can i just stop putting so much pressure on myself to be perfect???
like geez louise i try so hard and yet i don't do one thing and then one thing leads to another and im sitting on a bed feeling like i'm going insane because a grade is just a fricking number and a letter doesn't mean anything but i've so deeply internalized the idea that i am the sum total of my achievements and i need to be worthy of stuff and i need to do things perfectly and the best every single time that when i actually screw up i allow myself no mercy and no gentleness and i'm just straight up like
wow.
you could have done this months ago.
you could have turned the assignment in on time
you could have been so much better than this, you are better than this, what are you doing, you did so well back when you were in highschool and you had no friends and nothing to occupy yourself with, you got everything done and you still had time to develop an anxiety issue, what's holding you back now
like idk what i'm doing here i guess i just don't want to shout into a void because voids are only echoes
but
i've been perfect my whole life
like not even a perfect little christian girl, cause God knows I've got so many sins and flaws.
not a perfect daughter, i've let my parents down a million times
but i was at least a good student
not a pleasure to have in class but a joy to have in class
and like, i used to be so proud of myself and now i sit here all day and i stare at a screen that i type words into and i want to drop out of college and i want to go live in the woods and bake bread and get a job that doesn't involve me staring numbly into a computer screen all day but that's what my life is now, that's what it's always going to be, and it's insane
like, you get to college, and you sit there like i made it
and then classes start and you put your all into it but it's too easy because you went to a heavy-duty school that took no shit and gave no crap and now you're sitting here, surrounded by crap, doing busywork, writing pages about a book you didn't want to read, about videos you didn't want to watch, and you just think
my stars
wasn't this supposed to be my end goal? wasn't this something exciting?
and im like
well, i don't know, was it?
and all i can think of is how much i don't want to take tests and do quizzes and i don't even want to read poetry anymore for my class because even poetry cannot offer me reprieve from my own anxious, upset thoughts.
like, gah.
and then like, part of me wants to just abandon everything and go to a trade school and become an electrician because they make money but my stars i love books and i love reading i just
i just can't
words?
thoughts?
honestly the thought of me getting a C in a stupid class that doesn't mean anything probably messed with my head enough to trigger something and now i just want to cry in a lump on the floor
but anyway im not doing good tonight.
I really hope you are.
<3
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Time for episode 15 lets hope Garroths not fucken dead
Oh man the doctors voice
The opening scene stays exactly the same, I might have to adjust the doctor's line about the Lord of Brightport being missing for a week now, bc I might change the timeline a bit there
Im making it so thats nighttime during that opening scene and when Aph leaves for Brightport for the sake of ~°•*Atmosphere*•°~
Her little exchanges w/ the doctor n Dale stay the same (save for his mention of Thorgi), I would linger a bit more on Aphmau looking Garroth whos breathing heavily and struggling n stuff
Kiki is sitting at some kind of table or on a chair while Brendan is pacing around a few meters away from Garroth, Kikis dialogue stays the same but she just gives Aph the doll rather than telling her its inside the chest
Brendans dialogue stays the same, Aphmau actually tries to say something to him about how its not his fault but he just goes "No." and then leaves, maybe Kiki follows
After that she goes out, asks Emmalyn to make sure Meowki doesnt die while shes gone and packs everything else she needs, I'll say that she has a golden sword (maybe she got when fighting zombies one day or smth) but its kinda broken so. thats not great
Im cutting her exchanges w/ Donna, Logan n Zoey, theyre kinda pointless and I want her to get to Brightport right after packing everything, so no going to the plaza (I might give Logan some dialogue about how he feared he was set up for failure here but is grateful Donna got him to stay, once everything is settled though)
While shes sailing, shes already thinking about how to best convince the Lord of Brightport to help, shes not really thinking about finding him or how to find bc she doesnt even want to think about the possibility of not being able to find and bring him over to Garroth in time
She arrives and is greeted by Azura, I find the way she greets her really weird though?? Like, they killed zombies together and Aphmau tried to talk (ig) but she went all Professional Guard on her (as she should tbh), so this is just idk. weird to me. I think Aphmau should approach her and Azura should be more like "Oh its you! I remem-" only for Aph to interrupt her and tell her all about Garroth in a panic
The rest of the convo pretty much continues the same way it does in the OG, I'll just tweak the dialogue itself later bc it sounds particularly unnatural here to me
Also, Visher's wife does have a name and its Merida, I was very off
So yea, then Aphmau rushes off to Merida, (maybe she pushes some people around bc shes in such a hurry idk) and talks to her
I'll keep Merida's greeting but move the "I trust youve taken care of the one who killed my husband" line bc idk man, it sounds so unnatural there too, I'll just have Aphmau cut her off too and ask her about the missing Lord. Merida gets kinda upset and says her line ("I trust youve taken care etc etc"), Aphmau answer truthfully and Merida responds the way she does in the OG
So Merida throws her out, Aphmau begs her to help but she keeps ignoring her, Aphmau starts to despair and almost runs off to try and find help elsewhere but then she notices this kid John who seemingly heard everything
Her exchange w/ John is the same, maybe I'll extend it a little but its mostly fine
Then she asks around in order to find this cabin, (she doesnt just enter qny of the houses) has some interactions w/ the Brightportians who are all on high alert, maybe theyre kinda snapping at Aphmau and she starts getting even more anxious
She tries looking through some of the house"s windows and sees that the inhabitant of one of them is passed out and when she checks the door, she notices that she can easily open it. She's kinda like "Uhhhhhhhh this is a really bad thing to do, but Ive got no time to lose and I'll just quickly check this house for this friend of John's and then I'll leave right away" before sneaking
She sees the wolf child in the cell and shes like. "is that what John meant?? I mean, werewolves are apparently A Thing so this actually makes a lot of sense" and then she just breaks the door open. I mean, she tries to be delicate and quiet about it bc theres a guy sleeping but still.
She opens the door, has the same exchange w/ the wolf child she has in the OG and grabs them
Aph is just about to leave the basement when Uh Oh, the hunter got woken up by her breaking down the door and is now standing right there! Fortuntely for Aphmau, hes all groggy and confused and hangover n all that, so she pulls some manuvers and ends up locking him in his own basement. Shes panicking at this point and just runs out of the house, wolf child in arms, everyone can see her but no one stops her as she runs as far away into like, the woods as possible
Wooooooooo done w/ this one now finally
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i took the test. it said that i’m a ‘Satellite’ and listed that i’m “Bossy” and i wanna know who the hell they callin bossy? lmao
for some reason i have a feeling we got similar results. i wish we could’ve taken it together. sitting really close. with my foot touching yours.
and it’s just that..
before i say everything. i want uou to know this isn’t me trying to prompt you to do anything to change it or like an ultimatum in a sense. i know words can be difficult to navigate when you can hear my face or feel my eyes fall onto yours. i just wanted to set the tone.
i don’t like having important conversations through text. it doesn’t feel sincere. i can’t see your face. i can’t read your body language. i can’t look in your eyes. i can’t tell if you’re upset or annoyed, or anything….
i yearn for you every day. there’s not a morning or evening that you don’t cross my mind. i feel like we’re repeating a cycle. you only exist in my phone again, mostly through keyboards again. i know i initiated it and i cherish what little we have through this keyboard. it still means a lot to me. you’ll always mean so much to me, but you’re not able to tell me any of this back. i can feel that i mean a lot to you, but i can’t feel you; you’re not in the predicament to give me what i need due to your relationship.
and what i need is all of you. not 1/3. not a thought. not a curiosity. i’d want to call you and hear your voice. drive 25/30min to see you. i don’t just want you through my screen or in my mind. i shouldn’t have sent the letter after we met. i don’t regret it but it was wrong of me even though everything i said was nothing but the truth, but this app puts us in the same predicament we were in before: the inability of us being together. i just don’t want to settle for texting or holding onto just the hope that we’ll be together one day, and im not saying im going to completely forget about you. id never do that. these feelings i have for you are sitting right next to me. they’re real and id never pretend that they ever mean(t) nothing to me. i just know that us communicating through here is doing my heart a disservice and yours too honestly. we deserve to experience our connection in real time. it just really hurts that right now isn’t our time..again. p
tonight or tomorrow’s the Full Moon Lunar Eclipse. i’m sure you know. it’s the phase to let things be that’s not good for us and i don’t think is talking without being able to see each other in real time is healthy at all. i mean, if you don’t post anything in 3/4 days i get anxious and i think you’ve forgotten about me and i don’t want you to wonder like that about me either.
you’re in my heart. you’re in my thoughts. i’m willing to try again. let me know if that time ever comes for you. you have my number.
i love you.
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ntoniac · 2 months
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Can I request a 0t6 p1h where they are nervous to meet readers parents
THIS IS SO CUTE YES OF COURSE.
⋆ Y. Keeho
Would ask “Do I look pretty?” Before your parents arrive as a way to distract himself from how anxious this is making him, checking how his hair sits through the camera on his phone, playing around with it and inevitably asks you to fix it for him because you always know how to do it the way he likes.
Constantly rubbing his palms over his thighs, a smile on his face and a reiteration of “Woah I’m so nervous what the hell.” Every few minutes. I feel like he’d get so chatty, and when his hands aren’t on himself they’re on you, squeezing at your thigh, playing with your fingers, your hair. Just a yap machine, I think the stress would stress him out even more so he’d get a little upset that his hands won’t stop shaking and his voice keeps cracking and he can’t get through a sentence without stuttering, poor thing just shuts down and brings himself as close to you as he can because this is such a foreign feeling, and he hates how it’s eating him up whole.
The one thing that’ll be weighing on his mind is that he wants to prove that he is more than willing to make the time for you amidst his hectic schedule to your parents, that he puts in the effort to see you whenever he can, that he isn’t just here with you for the fun of it, that there’s sincerity to your relationship because he knows anyone would be concerned of their child dating an Idol- if they’re in it for the long run and not just to keep their bed warm for their ephemeral returns to home.
He’s so gentle, always so gentle and warm, keeps his hand on yours almost the whole night, rubbing gently at your skin as he watches silently, intently with a subtle smile curving at the edge of his lips every time you’re speaking. He’s really good at not cutting you off to put in his ¢2, and even when he accidentally does he’s sure to fall back and clear the space for you to continue because he’ll always genuinely care about what you have to say, so it’s a no brainer, but still such a noticeable trait that’s held to the light continuously throughout the dinner.
⋆ C. Taeyang
At first he’d try to play it off, he’s cool, so why would he be nervous? He’s definitely not, unless you are, then he’s maybe, possibly a little nervous too. With his admitted defeat he’s quite persistent about you reassuring him that he’ll be liked- but parents are parents, there would always be that sliver of a chance they might not be in his favour that he could either wedge in deeper or choose to ignore for the sake of not causing any irritation or sore feelings.
Telling him this would not make him feel any better, whines to you about the plethora of outcomes that he’s now starting to overthink about, but the reality check was needed or else everything would’ve been sour from the start if he had come into the first meeting with a big head and squared shoulders. He acknowledges your point with a kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a hug. “You’re right, thank you my love.”
He likes the pressure of your body on his, so as an apology for being ‘too harsh’ he’s keeping you wrapped tight to his chest, soft conversation of what the two of you should do after the shared meal, can’t keep his lips to himself for the life of him, returning to your cheek every few seconds. So consumed by your presence that he’ll completely forget where the two of you are, he just likes the feeling of your hair between the tips of his fingers, how sleepy you get from the feeling, just a love sick fool, secretly adores how real you are with him so there’s no false hope and unrealistic expectations.
⋆ C. Jiung
To me Jiung seems like the type to know how to adapt with crowds that even aren’t necessarily his own, some more easy than others sure- so when it comes to meeting your parents he’s definitely got the jitters but he tries not to pay it any mind.
When I was writing down all the members names and it came to Jiung I immediately pictured him holding your hand, or even a hand on your back before entering your parents place to keep you from stalling any longer because he knows that if he continues to wait the anticipation will eat him alive.
Although at the same time I think he’d almost kind of be excited? I mean, him being able to meet the people who’ve known you the longest on earth, who’ve guided you into the person you are today, it makes him wonder who some of your habits might come from, the endearing ones and the annoying ones too. He’s just so curious, added if you’re bringing him back to your childhood home. He’d be so reassuring that he’s okay, that he wants to meet everyone, that he wants to be here, with you, but his hands would have this shake to them whenever he unclenches his fists.
All together he manages to keep the conversation flowing so that there’s little to no awkward silence to suffer from, and he doesn’t have his hands all over you, no matter how much he wants to, only holds your hand under the table like little kids, his thumb caressing the back of it, squeezing twice as a way of saying “love you” when he’s in the middle of talking, sharing quick kisses whenever no one else is in the room, embarrassing childhood stories told that your parents always have something to add on to, letting you fall into his side when your hands are shielding away the mortified expression on your face when they start talking a little too in detail, even wraps his arm around you, keeping you close. He’s so sweet :(
⋆ H. Intak
He definitely manages to retain a surprising amount of confidence going into it, so he’s not just a puddle of his tough exterior that’s shaken down to the bone by meeting your parents, he’d definitely have to take a nice long breath or two to himself, but only before meeting them to clear his head of any unwelcome premonitions that could sabotage his introduction to the place at your side as a lover and in between conversation when it’s just the two of you alone for a second.
He’d default to autopilot when the talking starts flowing a little too fast paced for his brain to catch on to, and when you’re alone with him after he’s silently grabbing your hand and bringing it to his chest so you can feel the soft bump of his heart that’s sparked into a quick pace by the conscious effort of being articulate and clear with his words instead of tripping over his tongue, a small sheepish smile on his face. Teasing would lighten the mood, so pointing out how red his face has gotten would ease his strain with an entertained laugh. He isn’t shy about keeping a hand on you, the pda is very reserved, although when he’s got you to himself, locked away together in the bathroom he can’t help but let his anxieties melt from the warmth you supply through messy kisses and needy touches.
⋆ H. Shota
I think Soul would make the situation out a lot more dramatic then it really is, like he’d be stressinnnggg, would be uncharacteristically quiet, not randomly biting you, licking you or making loud- questionable noises the whole morning. Obviously there’d still be hints of his personality poking through but it’s obvious he’s stricken with nerves before formally meeting your parents, sweet Soul :( just wants to bury his head in your neck while you rub his back, reassuring him that he’ll be fine, that your parents will like him and that the situation wouldn’t be jarring and sudden, that they know you have a boyfriend, what he looks like, what his name is, how sickeningly sweet he is to you.
Tell him all of that and he’s slack in your hold, though he’d still have butterflies from the actuality of meeting his girlfriend’s family, because who wouldn’t? Before you spend however long it is with your family he knows to get out all of his affectionate urges prior so he isn’t pressing a concerning amount of kisses to your mouth in front of your parents. Thinking about him kissing you outside the front door to their house, breathlessly asking of you “Jus’ one more!” every two kisses.
Can I just say that Soul seems like the type to have a more mature, maybe even older s/o? Under the layers of his rather flamboyant self he’s truly so endearing, and your parents would love that he’s not someone who’s cold and closed off, and that instead he embraces the childish nature that they can see has even found its way to you. His affect on you is unavoidable, how he takes away from the stress of being on the cusp of entering the early stages of adulthood, he helps you enjoy things they know you normally wouldn’t if he weren’t there, how he enables your interests in life, your hobbies, your passions just so you can find joy in the midst of internal struggles and challenges.
⋆ K. Jongseob
Sweet Seob :( I feel like when he’s nervous he’s either really talkative or really quiet, and it would definitely be a mix of both when you tell him that your parents will be in town and you’d like for him to meet them while the opportunity is open for the taking. He’d hit you with an over abundance of questions instead of a direct response, what your parents are like, (if you have siblings) if they’ll be joining too, will all of you be eating? If so can the two of you share a meal because he’s scared of getting nauseous from how nervous he knows he’ll be. He shouldn’t bring his Nintendo switch to the place you’re eating at right? He doesn’t want them to think he’s immature and needs some form of entertainment in his hands at all times… or can he? If so then he can bring his camera too, right?
He’s so cute, up until the day out of no where he’ll just constantly be like: “Okay- but they’ll like me, right babe?” Will ask you how he should ‘act’ in front of them, will be very conscious of his posture, his manners, the way he eats, the way he talks.
Although when he isn’t concerned of all the formality’s that’s when you think he’s the most endearing, especially when interacting with you, that’s the point where your parents will really start to understand the depth of your connection, and just how good of a dynamic the two of you are, balancing eachother out- but not complete opposites as to where it becomes difficult.
He’s just so pliable, definitely makes more of a better impression when he isn’t conscious about it. Asks of you to help style his hair for the dinner because he wants to look presentable, presses small kisses to the corner of your mouth as a thank you 😞 I think he’d be the type of bf you can rely on if anything about you looks out of place, fixes any stray pieces of hair, wipes away any mascara that’s smeared under your eyes, tells you know very quietly if there’s something in your teeth, would probably even try to get it himself at some point, makes me think of Seob adjusting your clothes whilst in the waiting area, if his hands are busy his brain is busy so there’s no space left for him to worry.
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5starthot · 2 years
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best friends.
elliot!euphoria x female!reader
summary: hiding the feelings you’ve had for your best friend elliot not wanting to ruin the friendship, even going as far as avoiding him completely.
warnings: slight language 🤷🏾‍♀️
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my feelings for my best friend are growing stronger and stronger, just the thought of him makes my heart flutter. I’ve wanted to tell elliot how I feel about him plenty of times but I always think of the worst. what if he doesn’t feel the same way, what if he doesn’t wanna be friends anymore. I always find some stupid excuse to push my feeling towards him away, but denying my feelings for elliot aren’t helping not one bit. I shut my locker grabbing all the things I need for my next class feeling a familiar presence behind me. hey y/n elliot says just the sound of my name coming out of his mouth driving me crazy. oh hey el I quietly mutter out walking beside him trying not to make my red cheeks noticeable. you okay? you’ve been pretty distant lately he asks with a confused expression on his face. i’m good just a little tired you say as it was the first thing that came to mind. you wanna hang out later at my place i’ve been really fucking bored these past few days he asks. I can’t I have to help rue study I say as we enter our next class. oh alright he replies curiously immediately sensing i’m lie knowing rue doesn’t study for shit. you both find your seats waiting for class to start sharing a couple glances at each other one in a while. after school you start to head home hoping you don’t run into elliot, you finally make it home placing your book bag down on your bedroom floor flopping onto your bed with a sigh thinking about him once again, your phone buzzes as you check to see what it was you feel your cheeks heat up at the name.
from elly<3 : hey uh you still tutoring rue?
totally forgetting I said that I respond quickly feeling a little guilty lying to him.
to elly<3: nope what’s up?
from elly<3 : can i come over ?
i bite my lip softly trying to make up another excuse on why i can’t see him.
to elly<3 : i have a lot of homework..
you pause as you hear three knocks at your door soon turning your attention back to your phone as it buzzes once more.
from elly<3 : im kinda already here, can you just open the door i wanna talk.
you nervously make my way downstairs to open the door for elliot, you lead him up to your room as you softly close your door, he takes a seat on your bed and soon speaks. what’s with you? he asks a little confused. what do you mean..? you reply bluntly. you’ve been avoiding me so much lately making up dumbass excuses and lies to avoid being around me, did i do something to upset you or something? he asks slightly upset. I sit down next to him as he watches my every move feeling even more nervous under his strong gaze. I take a deep breath before replying, I might as well tell him how I feel now, I guess there’s so backing out of this one let’s just hope I don’t make a complete fool of my self. im sorry i’ve been acting so weird el I just.. I pause before taking another deep breath, i’ve liked you for a while now and that’s the main reason i’ve been so distant lately..every time i’m around you I get so anxious I didn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t want are friendship to end over a stupid crush I blurt out waiting for his response. he looks surprised his eyebrows slightly raised, I soon see his slight frown turn into a soft smirk. he gently leans in and places a gentle kiss on my lips, It took me my surprise but I soon melt into this kiss feeling safe in his embrace. are lips move in sync softy not wanting this moment to end, the kiss lasts for a few more seconds until he finally pulls away. you could’ve told me he whispers against my lips that same smirk still on his face. I softly smile as he pulls me in for another kiss.
a/n: idk about this one
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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years
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sub drop — monsta x
request: Hey so I'm not entirely sure if you accept reaction requests if not then a headcanon is fine I was wondering how a male reader would take care of sub monsta x during a sub drop possibly a mix of for some it's their first ever sub drop and for others it's not, tysm n ily!!
a/n: sorry this took forever 😭😭 i hope you like it :,)
word count: 1.8k
content: sub!monsta x, none are smutty :), sub drop obviously, use of a safeword (minhyuk’s part), aftercare, just general sub/dom things,
son hyunwoo/shownu:
he can’t shake the feeling. he tries to just get over it, because while he obviously knows you care about him, he’s doesn’t want to let you know that anything is wrong. and he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with him.
it’s just that every time you’ve been holding him close, objectifying him in a way that he adores, making him feel like all he has to be is pretty to be worthy of praise, it doesn’t feel like it should. he’s so used to pressure, pressure, pressure. he’s used to high expectations, and he’s used to working hard because he can’t let people down. he’s always been adored, but with you, he doesn’t have to work for it.
and yet, it doesn’t have the same kick that it used to. he doesn’t get the high, airy, “in the clouds” feeling, at least not recently. he knows you can sense it, he’s a good actor but he’s not that good of an actor, and you can see it in his eyes. he’s getting uncomfortable and nervous.
“sweet bear,” you murmur as you wrap your arms around him, “what’s been going on with you? is everything alright?”
“i’m okay,” he responds blankly, but he holds you tightly like he doesn’t ever want to let you go, “i just haven’t been feeling great about… you know what recently.”
“ah, then that could be my fault. i need to take care of you better afterward. how about tonight we just relax, not as dominant and submissive, but just as lovers?”
“okay.”
lee hoseok/wonho:
you find him with tears on his cheeks as he cries silently. he either sobs unimaginably loud and buries himself into your arms for hours on end, or he’s quiet in your room with soft sniffles and hiccups heard from the other side of the door.
but he just lies there, crying. he looks so out of it, but in the worst way possible. he looks miserable, wallowing in the feelings that he’s silently submerged himself in hopes that you wouldn’t have to see him like this.
“hoseok, darling,” your words fill the room, and he’s suddenly so suffocated by all the darkness.
“please- i- please make it stop.”
you’re by his side in a second, “make what stop, baby?” he shakes his head, pulling you by your wrist onto the bed so you’re as close to him as possible as he cuddles and wraps himself around you like you’re a teddy bear, “sweetheart,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he sighs comfortably with you close to him and playing with his hair always made him feel sleepy.
as the tears begin to stop, you lull him to sleep with little whispered nothings, “i love you, sweetheart. please let me know whenever you start to feel bad, okay? i want to be here for you.”
lee minhyuk:
it’s not like it never happens, but it’s still so unusual that it confuses him every time. it creeps up on him slowly until he’s lying beneath you, all dazed and under your control, with a sudden ache in his stomach. it’s anxiety and nervousness that he has no reason to be feeling, but he does.
he knows you wouldn’t want him to hide it, so he calls the safeword immediately, and the change in your expression and demeanor makes his heart swoon just a little bit. suddenly he’s free from the restraints and in your arms and you’re whispering sweet things to him, rubbing his chest to soothe the marks you’d left earlier.
“it's happening again,” he groans, “the thing we had talked about a while ago. when i started feeling bad all of a sudden.”
“ahh, okay. thanks for telling me, sweetheart,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “what i can do right now to help, besides the obvious aftercare stuff?”
“please just- tell me you didn’t mean the things you said to me.”
his plea makes your heart shatter just a bit, but you keep it together for his sake, “i meant none of it. you’re the most important and sweetest angel in my life, my darling sun. i could never mean it. you’re such a sweet soul, my perfect little vita-min,” he smiles softly, feeling so high and light, “i love you, min. don’t forget it.”
he's not mentally there enough to say it back, but you can feel it in the way he moves to hold your hand. you take it, and never let him go.
yoo kihyun:
kihyun is a good communicator… most of the time. he’s mostly gotten past the instinct to bury his feelings down and just deal with whatever’s happening because that had upset you in the past and he doesn’t like making you upset.
but he didn’t know how to verbalize these feelings that had slowly overtaken him. he’s never felt these paralyzing and hellish feelings before, they crept upon him, and the moment you were out that door, they hit him like a ton of bricks.
he wants to call out your name, he wants to cry, but he doesn’t. he can’t. he just lies there, swallowed up by the sheets as he suffocates on his own feelings.
“hey,” you whisper, catching his attention. he’s startled by your call, and you can see in his reaction and nervousness that he isn’t alright.
but he’s still kihyun, and this vulnerability he didn’t get to allow himself to show leaves him anxious, he doesn’t have a sense of control over his lack of control and it makes him uncomfortable.
“kihyun, baby, you’re alright,” you murmur as you kiss his forehead, “you’re okay. you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, just tell me what you need. do you want me here with you? or would you rather me go sit in the other room?”
“with me,” he groans, offering up a spot on the bed next to him, “i want to hold you,” he says. he looks so small right now, especially because his fiery, intense, yet loving personality is just so big that you forget that he’s this fragile little thing sometimes. in that moment, all you felt like doing was holding him tightly and never letting go, protecting him from all the bad things and bad feelings.
but that wasn’t what he wanted. he’s still your kihyun, and this is his way of feeling better, “okay,” you say, “hold me close, will you?”
chae hyungwon:
hyungwon is naturally kind of embarrassed that he’s submissive to you. he hides it well, but he still asks that it not be brought up to any extent in conversation that involves other people. to the world, hyungwon is the one in control, and only behind closed doors does he fall to his knees for you.
but, still, that nervousness and shyness and anxiety eats away at him, makes him feel small and unconfident, and he starts to distance himself emotionally whenever he’s unhappy for any reason. you had done nothing wrong, but hyungwon still hasn’t found peace with the nature of your relationship.
it’s not that he’s deprived of what he wants, but being yours is what he wants, he just can’t stand for anyone else to know that.
and so these bad feelings manifest every now and then, but you and him are used to them. he gives himself a few hours to wallow in them, to truly feel them, and then he asks for a cute little date night as a reminder that your relationship is built off of love and not just dominance over him.
and of course, he requests that you sweet talk him the whole night, “i love you, wonnie. don’t ever believe otherwise, you hear me? you’re my perfect little butterfly, so tall and gorgeous and sweet and kind and loving and absolutely perfect. there’s nothing i don’t adore about you.”
it seems to do the trick.
lee jooheon:
he can’t tell when it happens, but you spot it every time. he becomes somewhat hostile towards you, of course, the feelings aren’t exactly what he wants to feel but he can’t help the amount to which he just becomes harsh and closed off.
but he still listens, still smiles faintly when you hold his hand, “jooheon, sweetheart, im sorry we’ve been neglecting your needs to the point where you feel this way, can you please just talk to me? can you tell me how you feel?”
“i- i don’t feel good. i don’t feel good about anything we do usually, and i’m stuck on why. i’m not hurt, you took care of me well after every session. and i’m just-”
he doesn’t finish his sentence, but you find the right words for him, “frustrated that you don’t understand your feelings?”
“yeah… yeah that’s about right. i’m not mad at you, i just- im mad that i don’t understand why i feel so bad right now.”
“joo, baby, this isn’t irrational or not normal. it’s completely fine to feel like this, and in fact, i’m glad you’re so in tune with your feelings that you’re really trying to understand and feel them completely. hiding them won’t do anything.”
“so- what do we do now?” he asks.
“whatever you want, my sweet bee. you come first tonight.”
im changkyun/i.m:
it had been days since the session, and yet the bad feelings wait to hit him when he’s making breakfast for himself, without you there. he’s not at home and won’t be for a while, and subsequently doesn’t have you there with him.
with the time difference that he forgot to take into account, you’re asleep when he calls. he tries to apologize heavily for waking you up, but since he woke you up, you’re not letting him hang up unless he tells you why he called.
“i didn’t feel well emotionally all of a sudden, and i just wanted to be with you,” he murmurs, and it shatters all of your tired little heart, “and this is the best i’ve got right now. i’m sorry for bothering you while you were asleep, my love.”
“don’t apologize for prioritizing your needs, kyun. do you want to talk?”
“not… really??”
“alright, then i’ll stay on the call with you. im gonna try to go back to sleep, but please let me know if you want to talk. no sleep is more important than my angel.”
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writingsoftheghost · 3 years
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Oblivious
Analogince get together story
Logan and Roman had been together for awhile, and they loved their relationship. But...when Virgil started joining the group more and more, the pair couldn’t help but let their attention wander.
It’s not that they loved each other any less, they just...both liked Virgil too. Roman felt bad about it, that is until Logan brought it up.
“I’m sorry!” Roman cries, “I didn’t mean to-”
Logan holds up a hand, “I’m not angry, Roman. Quite the opposite, actually, I’ve also found myself”-he coughs slightly, a red tint dusting across his cheeks- “Captivated by Virgil.”
Roman grins, “Really?”
“Yes, I have to say I find him quite endearing. Do you think it’s at all possible for him to engage in a romantic relationship with us?” He cocks his head to the side, a thoughtful scowl on his face.
Roman nods excitedly, “Oh, I think it’s possible.”
***
Virgil was sitting on the couch, when Roman decided to strike first.
“Hey, Hot Topic.” Roman plops down next to Virgil on the couch, closer than he’d ever sat before.
Virgil looks up from his phone for a second rolling his eyes slightly, “Aw, you think I’m hot.” 
“Mm-hmm,” Roman nods. Virgil nearly chokes. “What are you up to?” The prince continues smoothly.
“I...um-nothing?” The anxious side answers. 
“Well, that doesn’t sound very fun,” Roman purses his lips in a half pout, “What do you say we watch a movie?
Virgil shrugs, beginning to regain his composure, “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Roman nods, he looks at Virgil for way too long and the anxious side can feel his face heating up again, “Why don’t you choose a movie?”
Virgil shrugs, “You can pick, we should invite Logan, though.” He’s hoping he doesn’t come across as desperate as he actually is. He knows bringing the prince’s boyfriend into the mix would take most attention away from him.
“That’s a lovely idea, I’m sure he’d love to join us.” Roman disappears for a brief period of time, returning with a smiling Logan.
“Hello, Virgil. How are you?” He smiles at Virgil warmly. 
“Good. Do you want to pick the movie?”
Logan hums, “Roman and I would rather have you pick.”
Virgil looks at them both strangely, but he picks out a movie, nonetheless.
Twenty minutes into the movie, Virgil notices both Roman and Logan glancing over at him periodically.
He tugs at his sleeves anxiously, had he done something wrong? They were acting weird. 
He wanted to leave the room now, it felt too tense and it was making it hard to focus on the movie.
He makes a small show out of glancing at the clock, “Oh, I should probably get to bed...” He glances at them, hoping he sounds convincing. His heart drops when he sees Logan’s brow furrow.
“You don’t usually go to bed this early, is everything alright?
Virgil tries to mask the massive breath he sucks in, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t sleep great last night. I’m gonna try to make up for it tonight.”
Logan’s frown deepens and Roman’s face falls too, nevertheless they let him go.
“Goodnight, Vee,” Roman calls up the stairs, “See you tomorrow.”
The couple turn to each other as soon as they hear the door to Virgil’s room shut.
Time for plan B.
*****
Logan packs a simple lunch pack, he smiles as he makes Virgil’s favorite finger foods. This plan was much more practical, he told himself.
Roman has left to ask Virgil to “hang out” for the day, Logan hopes he’d be able to convince him, he seemed uneasy the other night during their movie. Roman and Logan spent the last day coming up with this plan, as simple as it was, they thought it would work, Virgil preferred things to be simple after all. He and Logan were alike in that regard.
Logan smiles softly at the thought, however, he was quickly pulled back to reality by the sound of Virgil and Roman approaching.
“Im sure you and Logan would have more fun without me,” Virgil was saying.
“Nonsense, Logan and I both wish for you to join us.”
“Unless you really don’t want to,” Logan interrupts the pair as he steps into the living room.
“I...” Virgil’s eyes fall on the basket of food, “What did you two have planned?”
“We were just gonna go have a quiet lunch in the imagination,” Logan explains.
“And you two,” Virgil looks between the couple, confused, “Want me to come with you?”
Logan nods, “We would greatly appreciate your company.”
Virgil takes a deep breath, “Okay, I guess, as long as you’re both sure.” He glances at both of them, searching for any hint of malice or dislike, he felt bad about ruining their alone time, why would they want him to join them?
Roman smiles at him softly, “It’ll be fun, Virgil. The fresh air will be good for you.”
Virgil shrugs, “I don’t need fresh air, Princey.”
Logan grabs their lunch and Roman’s hand, “Are you both ready to go?”
Roman nods enthusiastically, “Been ready for hours! You take forever to make food!”
Logan rolls his eyes, “I like things to be done well, Roman, sometimes that takes a little extra time.”
Roman huffs, “You need anything before we leave, Virge?”
Virgil shrugs, “I don’t know, do I need to bring anything?”
“I wouldn’t think so, I’ve packed and prepared for just about everything that we’d need,” Logan assures.
“Okay,” Virgil mumbles, “‘Guess Im ready.”
“Wonderful!” Before Logan can stop him Roman reaches out and grabs Virgil’s hand.
Virgil flinches, but doesn’t pull away fully, he tries not to let Roman see the look of shock and confusion on his face.
Roman loosens his grip on Virgil’s hand slightly, worried he may have upset him, but then Virgil gives a soft squeeze and then, just like that, they’re holding hands, and Roman is leading the way to the imagination with the biggest smile he thinks he’s ever had.
Logan and Roman had already scouted the area they were going to eat at, a nice open field, perfect for easing a certain side’s parano-vigilance. The field contained a total of six trees, so it wasn’t like there could be anything lurking in the shadows.
Logan laid out a soft blanket, one with a texture that they knew Virgil liked, under the biggest tree.
Virgil sat himself on the edge of the blanket furthest from Logan and Roman. It was a big enough blanket for the distance to be noticeable, it made Logan worry that Virgil didn’t want to be there with them.
He had expected Virgil to be a little suspicious, even a little distant, at least at first, Logan knew this would be strange to him, he doubted the socially distant trait had ever been courted before.
“Virgil?” He asks in a calm tone, “Would you like some juice?” He’d been careful to avoid caffeine, knowing it could potentially highten Virgil’s anxiety.
Virgil shrugs, “I guess.”
Logan takes out the bottle of grape juice and the glasses he’d packed carefully earlier that day. When he offers Virgil a glass, he realizes that either he will have to move, or Virgil will have to move, go bridge the distance across the blanket.
Virgil makes the decision rather quickly, darting over and taking the glass from Logan, “Thank you.” He starts to shuffle back to his corner when Roman stops him.
“Why don’t you sit in the middle, Vee? That way you can reach the food?”
Virgil looks to the ground, “Didn’t want to invade your space.”
Logan frowns when he notices the hesitancy in the other’s voice, as if he isn’t sure he’s wanted. Which Logan couldn’t help but groan internally at, they’d invited him and he still feels like an intruder, anxiety truly was devoid of any logic.
“Virgil,” he holds out his hand towards the other in invitation, “You know we want you here, don’t you?”
Virgil won’t look at him, Logan sighs, “You’re more than welcome, here. We invited you, why would we invite you if we wanted you to just sit by yourself quietly? Hm?”
Virgil shrugs, “Dunno,” he mumbles.
“Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable, stormcloud?” Roman interjects in a gentle tone, he’s aware of the tension in the way Virgil’s sitting now.
“I’m sorry,” Virgil says shakily, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“It’s alright,” Roman whispers, “You wanna go back? I’m sorry we pressured you to come.”
Virgil shakes his head firmly, “I wanna stay, I just…don’t want to be in the way. It kinda feels like I’m intruding on a date, why was I the only person you invited? You know Patton loves outdoor lunches.”
“We know, Virgil, we just…” Logan looks at Roman, Roman gives a small head shake and Logan sighs, “We just wanted to spend time with you. We didn’t mean to make you feel awkward, we’re sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, I don’t know why I’m being so weird about it, but,” and he slowly slides his hand into Logan’s open one on the blanket, “I think I’ll be okay, now.”
“Are you sure? It really isn’t a problem if you want to go home?” Roman assures.
Virgil nods his head, “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Logan smiles and squeezes his hand softly, they all know Virgil likes physical reassurance sometimes, and they’re glad he’s started accepting, and even asking for it on occasion. Patton has to remind himself constantly that Virgil has to be the one to initiate it, however.
Roman pulls out plates and food from the pack, Virgil tries to give Logan back his hand, but he’s quickly stopped, “Please don’t let go until you’re ready, okay?” Logan smiles at him, “My right hand is fully capable of doing this alone, I promise.”
Roman hands him a plate and asks Virgil what he’d like.
They eat comfortably, Virgil relaxes enough to let go of Logan’s hand, but moves closer to him and Roman anyway. Virgil talks about Halloween coming up and Logan tells him that he’s already put horror movies into the schedule for that month.
When they finish their food they continue to sit there and talk quietly. A soft breeze blowing through the field making the place even more peaceful. They were all enjoying a moment of quiet when…
Hic!
Roman sits up and stares at a blushing Virgil in shock.
The emo side ducks his head, “Shut up, Pri-hic!-ncey,” he says in an attempt at a growl.
Roman smirks, “Is there a problem, Virgil? You seem to be having a bit of trouble.”
Logan giggles, “You don’t need to be embarrassed about the hiccups, Virgil. Everyone gets them.”
“I don’t—hic—have the hiccups!” He grumbles.
Roman laughs and Logan laughs, Virgil glares at them both for a moment, but he can’t hold it for very long before he’s laughing too.
“Stop laughing at me!” He shouts between giggles.
“I don’t think,” Roman wheezes, “I’ve ever seen you hiccup before.”
“Shut—hic—up!” Virgil shoves him off the blanket with a laugh.
Roman sits back on the blanket, “Gosh, you’re adorable.”
Virgil and Logan both freeze, Virgil glancing nervously at Logan, Logan and Roman both looking at him, horrified at the thought that they’d just blown it.
“I—uh—”Virgil is still staring at Logan, a look of fear in his voice. Virgil looks at him, the face of logic not giving him any ideas as to what he’s supposed to do. He shakes his head, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, Virgil,” Logan says softly.
Roman sucks in a harsh breath, understanding the apology as a gentle rejection.
They sit in awkward silence for an eternity.
“Perhaps it’s…time we head back?” Logan suggests in a quiet tone.
Virgil’s heart drops as he decidedly believes Logan hates him now. “Yeah-Yeah, sure.”
They walk back in silence. Virgil stuffs his hands in his pockets to hide their shaking. Roman and Logan keep glancing at him, both taking his silence as a sign of discomfort.
They allow him to go to his room, wincing at the sound of his door shutting softly, not even a slam.
“I ruined it,” Roman whispers sadly.
Logan shakes his head, “We still have a chance, Love.”
Roman shakes his head, “He wouldn’t even look at me.”
“He couldn’t stop looking to me,” Logan whispers back, “I didn’t know what to say, I chose a cowards way out. I fled.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Roman places a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry I messed this up.”
“You didn’t mess anything up,” Logan wraps his arms around Roman’s neck and kisses a tear sliding down his cheek. “We should give him some space, we can check back in tomorrow.”
Roman nods and allows Logan to lead him to bed, not really believing any of the logical side’s attempts to reassure him.
*****
Virgil stays in his room through breakfast. Roman liked him. He should be happy! He likes Roman! But…he likes Logan too, and he’d never wanted to get between them like this.
Logan told him it was alright, Virgil took that to mean that he didn’t really blame him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset. He can only imagine the fight he and Roman probably had last night.
Virgil’s heart skips a beat when he thinks about the two of them breaking up.
He didn’t know what he did to ever catch Creativity’s attention but he wished he hadn’t done it. He felt truly awful for doing this to them.
“Kiddo,” there’s a knock at his bedroom door, “You need to eat lunch, it’s almost 1:30.” Patton sounds worried, Virgil hasn’t locked himself in his room like this since he ducked out.
“I’m not hungry, Pat. I’ll eat later.”
Patton frowns, “Virge?” He asks hesitantly. “Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me if you need to?”
“I’m fine, Pops.”
Patton isn’t convinced, “Hey…you don’t have to talk about it, but if you don’t want to be by yourself you can come to my room? Might help to be somewhere else for awhile?”
Virgil sighs, “you sure?”
“Of course.”
Virgil opens the door and Patton gives him a sad smile, “come on, I’ll get you something to eat and some tea.”
Virgil nods, “Thank you.”
Patton sits down on his bed next to Virgil, passing him a sandwich and some chips.
“I messed up,” Virgil whispers as he takes a chip.
Patton looks at him in surprise, “What did you mess up, Virge?”
“Logan and Roman, I messed up their relationship. They’re fighting and it’s all my fault.”
Patton scoots closer, “I didn’t know they were fighting. How is it your fault, honey?”
“I just…I don’t know why, they invited me out to lunch with them, and it…it was weird! But then it wasn’t, and it was nice, but…Roman called me adorable and I…I like him, but he’s Logan’s boyfriend and I never wanted to hurt Logan because I like him too and I just… Logan probably hates me now, and Roman and Logan might break up and it’ll be all my fault and there’s no way I can ever make it up to him!” Virgil’s breathless when he finishes. He doesn’t know when he started crying.
Patton shakes his head, he remembers when Logan and Roman told him they liked Virgil. When Logan had asked him what Virgil’s favorite foods were. How Patton made them both promise they would be patient and gentle with Virgil’s already shot nerves.
He can’t help but be a little upset with them for letting Virgil wallow in this all day. He pushes that feeling aside, and decides to help his three hopeless friends out.
“Virge, I can assure you, Roman and Lo are gonna be just fine. But I think you should go talk to them about this. I think there might’ve been a bit of a mix up.”
Virgil cocks his head, “What do you mean?”
Patton shakes his head again, “They’re not fighting, kiddo. I promise, just go talk to them.”
“But I—”
“Trust me.”
And with that Patton is nudging him towards the door and Virgil’s in the hall.
He glances worriedly back at the father figure.
“They’re in Logan’s room last I saw.” Patton shuts the door.
Virgil feels a slight sting of betrayal at having been abandoned to face the pair alone, but he approaches the door anyway.
He stands there for two and a half minutes before knocking.
“What is it?” Logan calls through the door.
“It’s—um—it’s me, I think maybe I need to—”
The door swings open, “Virgil?”
The logical side looks as if he hasn’t slept well, Roman is standing behind him in a similar state. Virgil can just barely see the whiteboard on the back wall covered in incomprehensible diagrams and cluster graphs.
“Hey…” he gives a weird little half wave for some reason he doesn’t understand.
“Are you…alright?” Roman asks hesitantly.
“Me?” Virgil asks in confusion, “Are you two okay?”
Logan nods, “We’re dreadfully sorry, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that, we—”
“I got carried away, Virgil. I’m sorry,” Roman cuts Logan off.
“You couldn’t help yourself, I shouldn’t have chosen such an intimate activity for us,” Logan defends his boyfriend.
“No, this is my fault. I’m the one that put the pressure on him.”
“Love, I should’ve planned for this. I know you can’t help yourself when it comes to your feelings.”
“You can’t plan for everything. I should’ve—”
“Hold on a second!” Virgil interrupts, “Did I miss something? What are you two arguing over?”
“It doesn’t matter, Virgil,” Logan composes himself, “We both apologize for making you uncomfortable. It was not our intention, regardless, we understand if you do not wish to go on anymore dates with us”
Virgil stares at him in complete in total confusion. “Dates?”
Roman’s eyes widen, “Surely you’re aware of what we’ve been doing. We took you to a romantic lunch! We’ve been flirting with you constantly! What did you think was happening?”
Virgil looks at Logan, the logical side gives a small smile and a nod. “I thought,” Virgil starts, “I don’t know, I guess I just thought we were hanging out, and then I guess I thought Roman was hitting on me. I didn’t realize Logan was.”
“So that’s why you acted so upset,” Roman mumbles.
“Ah, I see. My advances are less…direct,” Logan explains sheepishly.
Virgil nods, “Yeah I got that now, but I thought…that I’d ruined your relationship! That I’d broken you up or something! Oh my god I hardly slept at all last night!”
Logan winces sympathetically, “We didn’t either, but we’re very sorry for distressing you.”
“It’s fine,” Virgil shrugs it off. “But you guys…both of you…want to date me?”
“Of course, if you’d allow us,” Logan smiles, “We both find you quite endearing. Would you be willing to let us continue to romance you?”
“Logan, you make it sound so formal,” roman laughs, but he has an excited gleam in his eye, “You wanna date us, Virgil? You can say no, it’s okay, but if the answer is yes we’d both be delighted to have you as our boyfriend.”
Virgil can’t help it, he’s skeptical, this feels too much like something he’d dream up, he looks both of them in the face, hunting for any sign of a joke or a lie. There isn’t any, just encouraging smiles.
“Yeah, I’d…I’d like that a whole lot.”
He’s quickly wrapped in two pairs of arms, happy laughter filling his ears.
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could i make a request for Suna, Iwa, and Atsumu where theyre s/o is like scared of the future. like thinking about the future and being an adult scares them, but its also scary that they have no idea how to survive as an adult and what job they want to do so they could pay theyre bills and make money.
(it could be girl pronouns or gender neutral pronouns i dont mind either)
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hq boys comforting you when you're scared about the future
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suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu x gn!r
!warnings! mentions of anxiety, nail picking (iwa), lightly proofread
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SUNA RINTARO he definitely shares your fear so he understands exact how you feel.
sitting at your desk, you had your head in your hands trying your best to stop your tears before your boyfriend got to your house after his volleyball practice. lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed he entered the room until he was leaning down next to you with his hand on your back. "baby what's the matter?" his question only made you cry a little bit harder as you turned in your chair to wrap your arms around waist.
he waits before asking you, "what happened, baby?" until your sobs have quieted down. "i'm scared rin." you say dryly, throat hoarse from your earlier breakdown. "scared of what?", "the future." he lets your answer sink in before saying anything further. "the future huh, hmm. actually so am i.", he says causing you to look up at him with teary eyes. "really?" he nods his head yes, "yes really. but you know, no matter what, i'll always be here for you. you know? there's no need to worry about it right now. i know it's scary, stressful and all that other bad shit but we'll always have each other, just remember that when you feel yourself start to worry too much."
MIYA ATSUMU is actually terrified of the future also so knows your struggles
he was driving you home when he noticed you being unusually quiet, so he knew there was something up. "angel, you feeling okay?" he asks, squeezing the hand he had on your thigh. "hm? 'm fine 'tsum. just thinking about stuff." you say, giving him a small smile but he really wasn't buying it. "you can tell me if there's somethin' wrong, babe.", you nod your head, "i know i know. it's really not a big deal though, really. i was just thinking about the future and how scary it is that we have no control over it. y'know? it's scary." you admit, and he cant help but feel his heart break.
"angel, ya know that no matter what, present or future i'll be with ya the whole time. so you really don't need to worry.", "i know but i can't help but feel anxious about it." you say, biting your lip. "baby, i want you to know that i feel the same way. im scared of the future too. do ya wanna know what comforts me when i'm feeling upset over it?" you respond with an, "mhm" and he continues, "what makes me feel better, is knowing i'll always have you no matter what. so anytime you find yourself worrying over it, just think of me and how much i love you."
IWAIZUMI HAJIME has his own share of anxieties so he understands you completely
you picked at your nails as you sat on your boyfriends bedroom floor whilst he did his homework, it was basically routine at this point. you had been lost in your own thought when he had turned his chair around to look at you, "hey stop that." he scolds, probably a little louder than he had intended, a frown evident on his face. you look up at him and immediately, a pout contorts onto your face and your eyes begin to water. immediately, his face softens"oh no angel, c'mere i didn't mean to shout at you." he says opening for you to embrace, which you accept. he lets you cry into his shoulder for a few minutes.
"please tell me what's bothering you." he rubs your back softly, waiting for you to answer, not minding how long you needed, saying a soft, "tell me when you're ready." so you do," i'm just anxious about, y'know.. what the future will be like." you confess, causing him to sigh lightly. "oh baby, i understand. but guess what.", "what?", "as long as we're together you'll never have to worry about the future because i'll be here for you the entire time without fail. you know that right?"
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a/n tysm for the request! i hope u enjoyed <3 p.s. i stress aht the future often as well so if this is something you worry abt ur not alone & it's completely normal. ily <3
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