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linos-luna · 9 months

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His baby (My Baby) pt 6 🥀🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Lee Know

♡ (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt 3) (Pt 4) (Pt 5) (Pt 6) (Pt 7) (Pt. 8) (pt. 9) (pt 10)

Warnings: trauma, Yandere, obsessive behavior

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It’s been a year since you left your ex boyfriend. A whole year of freedom. You moved in with Minho, your new loving boyfriend. He makes you feel safe, loved, and secure.

Since moving in, you’ve been able to get some help to work through trauma. It wasn’t easy but you were slowly getting better and more independent.

Minho made sure to help you with that. You always felt better when near him but he’d encourage you to go out on your own for periods of time. To see your friend Jeongyeon and enjoy yourself.

Sometimes he would leave you at the house when he runs small errands. At first it was hard and you’d end up calling him in a panic but it’s better now.

Although being alone can still sometimes make you nervous, but Minho was always a phone call or text away.

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For the past few nights you’ve been waking up with nightmares. You couldn’t even remember them. It wasn’t abnormal for you to get them every once in a while but not consistently like this.

“No… no… no…” you were muttering in your sleep, shaking your head lightly. This only made Minho stir lightly but not fully wake up.

It wasn’t until you started getting louder and moving more that’s when Minho woke up.

“Baby?”

“No! Stop!” You cried, eyes still shut as you shook your head as you kicked your legs.

“Hey, it’s just me.” Minho said calmly while grabbing your hand. “It’s okay…”

You opened your eyes to see your worried boyfriend looking down at you.

“I’m sorry oppa…”

“Don’t apologize.” He sighed while letting you sit up. “I’m just a little worried… you’ve been doing this more often… Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know…” you replied while looking down at your hands. “I’ve just… being having a bad feeling lately…”

“What do you mean?”

“Something just feels… off?”

Minho wondered what exactly you meant but let you get back to sleep. Perhaps you’d discuss it more in the morning.

You were right to have that feeling because something was definitely wrong.

Your ex boyfriend, Chan, is now out of prison. The justice system is broken and there was some overcrowding. Plus, paying off a judge definitely helped out as well.

So now he was back to his mission: finding you, his baby. But he needed to be smart about this. The year locked up gave him plenty of time to think on how to get you back.

He needs to be cunning and perhaps a bit manipulative. Anything to get you back in his arms.

Unfortunately, he already had an idea of where you were…

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“Y/n, are you sure you’re okay being alone for a bit today?”

“I’ll be fine. Go get what you need.” You nodded. “I just want to take a nap while you’re gone.”

“Okay.” Minho said, still a bit uneasy about it. “I’ll only be gone an hour at the most.”

“Okay.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit.” Your boyfriend said while grabbing his keys and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

You giggled and blushed at that like a little school girl before heading to the bedroom.

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You had fallen asleep on your side while petting one of Minho’s cats, who also fell asleep. You slept in the middle of the bed, no sheets or covers on you. Only a pillow to lay your head.

Something made the cat wake up. She seemed to hiss at something before leaving the room. You moved a bit at the loss of the cat’s warmth yet continued sleeping.

But again you had that sudden feeling. The feeling that something wasn’t right.

Just as you started to wake yourself up, you heard a familiar voice that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hi, babygirl…”

In a state of panic, you nearly screamed and backed into the pillows and headboard. It was him. Your ex boyfriend. How was he here??

You were frozen in place as he moved closer, standing next to you where the nightstand was.

“Don’t be scared…”

“W-what are you doing here?!” You managed to say, shaking when he got closer.

“I just came to see you.” He said with a smile. His voice was eerily calm as he reached to hold your hand. “I miss you, baby.

You instantly pull your hand away and try scooting away from him.

“Don’t you miss me…?”

“N-no… no! I-I…” you didn’t know how to get words out and he sighed.

“Baby… I never meant to hurt you…”

“Chan, how d-did you—?”

“But I’ve changed.” He said, completely ignoring you and taking your other hand.

You tensed up and couldn’t pull away as he firmly held it.

“I’ll never hurt you again.” He said with a sigh. “I just want to protect you… because I still love you.”

A tear rolled down your cheek as he let go. Was this real or a hallucination?? How did he get in?? Why is he so calm??

Chan reached to wipe your tear away but you flinched and backed away, making him pause.

“It’s okay.” Chan said and put his hand down. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

It took everything in him not to throw you over his shoulder and run out, taking you home. But he must resist.

You then hear a noise from the main room. It was the front door. Minho must be back!

“I’ll see you later, okay babygirl?” Chan said as he started to go towards the door.

“Don’t tell anyone I was here.” He said while looking back and putting his finger to his lips. “It’s our little secret.”

He blew a kiss to you and left, leaving you confused.

Minho came into the room soon after to put his wallet and keys away.

“I bought some of your favorite snacks!” He said happily while kissing your cheek.

“Thank you, oppa.”

“Hey are you okay?” Minho asked curiously. “Looks like you seen a ghost. Did something happen when I was gone?”

“… no.” You lied while looking away. “Nothing happened…”

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Sorry it took forever yall. I was stuck for a while and a lot of life stuff happened. 😅

Thank you for waiting tho! I love and appreciate you all 🥰

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joviepog · 7 months

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EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)

much love !!

EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH

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Lovely night

Who: Wilbur x f!reader

Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: I have no clue

Requests: @poraphia

Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! <3

Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?

Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.

He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.

You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.

And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”

He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.

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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.

you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“

he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”

“No take your time, darling.”

he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”

“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”

“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”

you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”

“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.

2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly

1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie

1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.

30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine

20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes

10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.

5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.

1 minute: You light the candles

0 mins: You hear a knock.

“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.

The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.

Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.

“Anything else?” Tommy asked.

“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.

“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.

What a lovely night.

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iris-writesx · 5 months

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the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me | stede x ed x izzy

read it here or read it on ao3 <3

i’ve spent about a week writing down details and plans for this au that i’m starting, and i planned to introduce it with a fluffy christmas fic, but i had a bad mental health day and projected my heart and soul into stede and this is the result. i’m sorry if this was a rambled mess or if some of it doesn’t make sense, most of it is based on my own experience. sending love to anybody who can relate <3

but first au!!! yay!!! i love these guys with my whole heart and the idea of them in love and living together is just *chef’s kiss*

let me know if you like it! and if you want to see other things! i feel like this isn’t the best opener to the au as things i have planned are more lore heavy but i kinda like this so here you go akdnwkf

title is from “peace” by taylor swift x

4.6k words — modern day au, hurt-comfort, anxiety, dissociation, panic attacks

more from this au; and now i see daylight

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Stede didn’t know why.

He didn’t know why it happened — why sometimes, the pit inside of him opened up wide enough to swallow him whole. Didn’t know what caused it, why he felt that way, he just… did.

And he hated it. He hated not being able to talk to people, zoning out, barely able to do anything other than listen to music and cry. He forced himself through the motions of the day — breakfast, drive himself and Izzy to work, do work, eat lunch, go home, have dinner, shower, sleep — but on days when he didn’t feel good, it seemed mechanical. Like following instructions. Not like… not like life.

He could tell when he woke up to an empty bed that it was a bad day. Stede was usually the first one awake, and unless he’d been up late the previous night or sick — and he was neither — then it was going to be a bad day.

He was zoned out as he sat up, pulling on one of Ed’s shirts and his joggers, barely focused on anything as he sipped from the water he kept by the bed. His head felt like it was underwater, a little numb and a little thick, and by the time he had made it to the kitchen he felt like a puppet on strings.

The first gut punch of the day was that Ed had already left for work.

Usually, they all woke up together and had about an hour until Ed had to leave first, as the garage he worked at opened at eight o’clock. Stede knew that people wouldn’t be going to a library that early, so he chose not to open his shop — his shop, would have usually made him smile, but it did nothing to cut through the fuzz in his head — and instead opened closer to ten o’clock. Though, he and Izzy got there an hour earlier to set up for the day.

Stede stopped in the doorway of the living room, blinking. Izzy — already dressed and sipping his morning coffee — was in his armchair, and the spot where Ed would usually be was empty.

Part of Stede was upset that he hadn’t come to say goodbye, or Izzy hadn’t woken him up, but he knew they wanted him to get enough sleep. Probably just thought he was tired.

“Stede?”

Stede blinked, eyes back on Izzy, face a little flushed when he realised he must’ve zoned out. He cleared his throat and put on a smile, one that didn’t even feel convincing. “Morning, darling. When did Ed leave?”

“About ten minutes ago. Was just about to come wake you up, are you okay?” Izzy had that look — the one he got when he was worried, looking for whatever was wrong.

Stede put more effort into his smile that time and nodded, forced himself to walk further into the room and over to his partner. “I’m perfect, was just a little tired last night,” he leaned down to kiss Izzy, felt his partner’s hand squeezing his waist lightly. “Did you sleep well, love?”

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Stede mechanically followed through the rest of his morning.

He had a tea with Izzy, before he went to get dressed in the first clothes he could find, didn’t spend half an hour putting an outfit together like he usually would. If Izzy noticed he was quick, he didn’t mention it.

He skipped breakfast, told Izzy he just fancied a pastry from the café tucked away at the back of his library — the café that Izzy worked at, so really, it was a terrible lie because he’d know if Stede didn’t eat anything. The thought of eating made his stomach turn, he didn’t want anything.

He got his bag for work, made sure Izzy had everything he needed, before going out to the car and drove them there.

He unlocked his shop, and busied himself getting set up; put new books out, organised shelves, greeted the staff as they all showed to work. He let Lucius talk away to him behind the counter about his date with Pete — who coincidentally worked at the garage with Ed — but Stede couldn’t really recall much from the conversation. He hadn’t really been listening.

It was a Sunday, so the saving grace there was that they could get out early, and Ed would be home before them for once since he got off work at lunch time. But they barely had many customers on Sundays, people preferred to be cozy at home.

That’s where Stede wanted to be. Curled up in bed, not thinking, not conscious.

The morning dragged, and by the time twelve o’clock rolled around Stede couldn’t take the silence of the store anymore. The lack of customers and the silence meant that he had time to think — about how much of a failure he was, and how Izzy and Ed probably preferred each other over him, and how he couldn’t be normal, how he couldn’t, he just-

Stede put the stack of books down that he had been carrying and dug into his pockets, pulled out his phone, and his other hand searched for his earbuds.

On days like that, he learned that music helped a little. And a little was enough to keep him sane enough until he could go home.

But his other pocket was empty.

“Lucius?” Stede looked over at him, forced a smile. “Could you stay by the desk for a minute? I need to go out back for something.”

Once Lucius had waved him off he quickly walked through the door behind the desk and into the staff room, searching for where he had put his bag. He found it next to Izzy’s, and every moment that passed as he rooted through it and didn’t find his earbuds, the more worked up he got.

He even resorted to digging through Izzy’s bag, just in case he had dropped them in there by accident, but he couldn’t find them.

He hadn’t brought them.

It was such a silly thing, but it was enough for Stede’s eyes to well with tears, huffed out breaths as he leant against the wall and tried to keep from crying.

But he was so… so strung out, and tired, and overwhelmed, and he couldn’t even stop his stupid brain from overthinking he just-

He choked on a sob and, mortified, covered his mouth with his hands in the hopes that Lucius hadn’t heard him.

Once the damn had broken he had no hope of mending it again, so he stood like a child in the corner of his office and cried.

On days like that Stede wished he could just… stop existing. Disappear. Not have to deal with- with whatever this was.

He was still trying to muffle his crying into his hands when the door opened, and his eyes widened when he looked up to see who had walked in, expecting Lucius or Frenchie — the two who predominantly worked in the library section of his shop with him — but it was Izzy.

He looked just as shocked as Stede did, he clearly hadn’t been expecting to see Stede breaking down in the staff room.

“Stede?” Izzy pushed the rest of the way into the room, shut the door behind him, and wasted no time in going over to hold Stede’s shoulders.

He couldn’t tell if he was more comforted by Izzy’s presence or embarrassed.

“S-sorry-” he sniffled, looked anywhere but at Izzy’s face. “I- god I’m okay, I just- fuck I’m sorry, Iz- Izzy-”

“Stede,” Izzy squeezed his shoulders, his voice hard and grounding. “Take it easy, okay?”

But he couldn’t, not now that he had opened the barrier. Stede all but fell apart, choking on his tears and mumbled apologies and just- he couldn’t help it. He felt so embarrassed and stupid and ugly, and there was nothing he could do.

He only registered the familiar ache in his chest when he felt Izzy’s grip tighten, and he shook him a little, and it was only then that Stede realised that Izzy was talking to him, he just hadn’t been focusing enough to hear it.

The only thing he could focus on was the drumming of his heart against his rib cage, the ache in his chest that was there because-

Oh god he couldn’t breathe.

Izzy shook him again, a little more violently, and Stede blinked at him, eyes wide and choking on his sobs and not getting enough air in-

Izzy grasped one of his hands and pulled it forwards, laid it upon his chest. And though his drumming heartbeat and the buzzing in his ears stopped him from hearing Izzy, he could see what he was doing — he had exaggerated his breaths and kept Stede’s hands firmly planted on his chest, allowed him to feel the steady rise and fall, to let him copy it.

It took a little bit of time for him to fall into the rhythm of it. By the time he had stopped crying heavily enough to actually make a decent effort, he had both hands planted on Izzy’s chest and his eyes screwed shut, just let himself focus on the rise and fall of his chest.

Rise, inhale, fall, exhale; over and over and over.

Stede couldn’t tell if they had been at it for minutes or hours, but eventually he had calmed enough to breathe steadily. The tears were still falling but they were merely silent streams, nothing as- as dramatic as before.

Stede’s hands slipped from Izzy’s chest, and with what little energy he had drained, he opened his eyes to look at Izzy. And the expression he had on his face was so… so mortified. He hadn’t meant to worry him, or freak him out. Just the thought that he had upset him made his eyes brim with more tears.

Izzy sighed, and didn’t say anything as he took Stede into his arms, let him melt against his body. His arms held Stede tightly, and despite himself he felt good. Izzy had always been a firm presence, a stronghold for Stede. Where Ed tended to be better with words, Izzy made him feel safe.

He stood there for a while longer. Felt Izzy’s hands as they dragged up the length of his back and back down rhythmically, like they weren’t both missing their shifts by being shut away in the staff room.

Stede was the one to pull away, and the next time he looked at Izzy he still looked just as worried.

“Sorry,” his voice was hoarse as he lifted his hands to wipe at his eyes, took a deep shaking breath. “Sorry, Iz- thank you, you didn’t need to- that was very nice of you.”

Izzy frowned. “You want to tell me what has you so tightly wound?”

“It-” Stede hesitated. He’d never really… vocalised how he got on those days to Izzy and Ed. They knew he had anxiety, and that sometimes he had bad days, but he’d never told them what it was like, what to look for. And, in the middle of both of their shifts, it certainly wasn’t the time to get into that discussion, so he settled on, “I left my earbuds at home,” Stede paused, suddenly embarrassed at how silly he sounded. “I know that sounds stupid, I’m not- I mean, I’m okay I just- I think I’m a little stressed and I just wanted to listen to music but without the buds I, well, can’t.”

“That’s not stupid,” Izzy shook his head, like he knew something else was wrong. “But you won’t need them anymore.”

Stede frowned. “Well I- I mean, we’re working until four so I hardly think I’ll survive the shift without them,” he exhaled deeply, wiped his eyes again, before looking back at Izzy. “Do I look okay? I don’t want customers to tell I’ve been crying.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Izzy scowled. “You aren’t going back to work, Stede, you almost just fucking collapsed.”

“…that’s a bit of an overstatement.”

Izzy glared at him. “We’re going home. Come on.” He left no room for argument as he stepped around Stede and collected both of their bags, tossed Stede’s jacket at him, and hung his own over his arm, before he was shepherding Stede back out of the office and into the library.

“We’re going home,” Izzy announced to Lucius as they walked by, and Stede made sure not to look up at him so he couldn’t see the tears on his face. “Stede feels unwell.”

“What?” Lucius groaned. “That leaves four of us to run this whole shebang, Iz.”

“This place is fucking empty, shut the shop. Go home early.” Izzy didn’t let Lucius add anything else as he just pushed Stede out of the shop and out towards the car park.

The cold air felt nice on his tear stained face, and Stede made sure to take some more deep breaths as they walked to the car. He didn’t even ask to drive — just let Izzy direct him to the passenger seat, where he got all buckled up and just let himself sit.

Izzy got into the drivers side and connected his phone to the car’s Bluetooth — which had taken literally months for Stede to teach him how to do it — and once they were driving he called Ed.

“Izzy,” Ed’s voice came through the car’s speakers. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“We’re on our way back now,” Izzy informed him. “Stede had a panic attack…”

Stede let himself zone out as he watched out of the window at the cars and trees that whipped past.

It was sat in his own thoughts that Stede realised how truly embarrassing the past hour had been. He was an adult, why did he need music playing to keep it together? Why had he gone into a panic attack over it? And Izzy… he’d probably made him so worried. He made him shut the store for him, all because he couldn’t keep it together.

Nothing was even wrong it was just… just his fucking mind, if anything was wrong it was him, him and his stupid thoughts and his-

There was a tight squeeze on his thigh and Stede jumped, startled, and whipped his head around to see Izzy looking at him.

“Sorry,” Izzy winced at his scare. “We’re home now.”

Stede looked back out of the window, actually focused, to see that they really were back home. The front door opened and he watched as Ed walked outside, giving a wave to the car, and by the look on his face — the poorly masked worry — Stede could only wonder what Izzy had said to him on the phone when he had zoned out.

Izzy took the bags again, so when he got out of the car Stede only had to grab his jacket. All of his movements, again, felt mechanical. Didn’t feel natural.

The only thing that did feel a little closer to normal were Ed’s arms around him once he was out of the car.

“Hey love,” Ed breathed into his hair, and Stede just sunk himself into his embrace. Ed was warm and familiar, it felt like hugging Izzy; good. “Iz said you had a bit of a moment at work. All okay?”

Stede clenched his jaw and nodded. A familiar feeling had built up in his throat, and he knew that if he spoke then he’d just cry.

“I made you some tea, that herbal shit you like. It’s in the living room. Thought you might wanna wear something comfy, too, so I got some clothes out for you to change into, that jumper of mine you can’t keep your hands off of-”

Ed cut himself off when Stede sobbed. He didn’t even know why he was crying at this point. It was just… his partners were so kind. He didn’t deserve it.

“Oh babe,” Ed squeezed him tight, rubbed his back. “Let’s get you inside, okay? We’ll get you all cozy, you’ll be okay.”

Stede nodded — he couldn’t say anything because he couldn’t stop crying — so he let Ed tighten his arm around his shoulders before he led him into the house, just behind Izzy who, Stede realised, had been waiting by the door worriedly. Between the two of them they got Stede over the threshold and into the house, where he was guided to just sit on the sofa in the living room. The change of clothes could wait — Stede didn’t even know if he had the energy to change.

He felt like he had been awake for a week straight. He felt like he wasn’t really there.

Ed had planted himself on the sofa right beside him, and when Stede focused on it he realised that he was rubbing his back, long firm. He let himself focus on that, dragging in breaths in time with the movement.

“You’re alright, mate,” Ed murmured beside him, pressed kisses to Stede’s shoulder in between his words. “We’ve got you, you’re okay.”

“Stede,” he only looked up when he heard Izzy’s voice in front of him, and realised he had a mug in his hand — the tea that Ed had promised. “Here.”

Stede forced a tearful smile as he took the mug in his hands, blinked through the blurriness of his vision as he sipped from the drink.

He wasn’t even sure if he was tasting it.

Instead of taking up his usual seat in his armchair, Izzy sat himself on the coffee table in front of the sofa, in front of Ed and Stede.

“What do you need, love?” Ed murmured from his side, voice soft, and to be completely honest Stede just wanted to stop being so useless. But he knew Ed wouldn't take well to hearing those words.

Stede shrugged, glanced between Ed and Izzy, but when he felt his face burning from the shame of his actions that day he just shrugged and locked his eyes onto his tea. “I don’t know,” he whispered, sniffled through his tears. “I- I’m sorry I don’t- I’m okay I just- it’s silly-”

“If you fucking say that one more time-” Izzy started grumbling in front of him, but shut himself up when Ed gave a swift nudge to his leg.

“What Izzy means to say,” Ed rubbed his back again. “Was that it’s not silly, mate. You’re having a bad day.”

Stede nodded, though didn’t look up nor did he speak. He just sipped his drink slowly, let the embarrassment swallow him whole.

It really was shameful, the whole thing. He was a grown man, he shouldn’t have days where he was so out of control of his own emotions — toddlers had days like that, not- not men. If his father could see him he’d be even more disappointed than usual—

His heart was thumping in his chest again; he could feel it as it sped up, drumming loudly and too fast and almost too forcefully—

What made it worse was that it clearly had such an effect on Izzy and Ed, and Stede hated that; hated that Izzy had to calm him down from a panic attack over nothing, that he had to leave work early, that Ed had to worry and make him a drink and lay clothes out for him like a child. He knew, he knew, that they cared — Stede had never felt so cared for in his whole life, he truly felt like it was the first time he had people who saw him. But that didn’t mean he had to make them worry, had to burden them. Their lives couldn’t revolve around him—

He could feel his heartbeat in his head, in his ears, against his rib cage—

Stede just needed to grow up, needed to-

“Stede-”

He flinched when his cup was wrenched from his hands, tea slopped over the side of the mug, and his eyes were wide as he just stared at Izzy, who was just staring back, holding the mug.

“I-” Stede inhaled, his hands started to shake. “I was- I was going to drink it, Iz, I’m sure it’s lovely-”

“You almost dropped it,” Ed supplied from his side. “You just- fuck, man, you were just staring at the floor for a while and then I thought you were gonna fuckin’ pass out on us.”

He looked at Ed — Ed, who was usually so cheery and smiley, who looked almost gaunt with his worry — and at Izzy — Izzy, who had that look on his face again — and Stede had to swallow through the sudden nausea that clenched in his stomach.

He was being too much for them. He didn’t need to bother them.

“I’m sorry, I’m- I’m sorry, loves, I didn’t- didn’t mean to worry you-” Stede breathed, before his bottom lip trembled and he forced out, “I- I can go and stay at Lucius’, he w-won’t mind, I can just-”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Izzy blurted out. “Why would you- do you want to stay there?”

“No!” Stede choked out, his heartbeat quickening again. “No I- I want to be here but I’m just worrying you both because- because my mind is so stupid and won’t work today and I just-”

“Okay, okay, we get it, easy love,” Ed brought his arm around him and tucked Stede into the curve of his side, pressed his lips to the crown of his head. “You aren’t going anywhere, okay? We want you right here.”

Stede sniffled into Ed’s shirt, utterly exhausted. All he had been doing for what felt like the past few hours was just cry, and he wanted to just stop. His eyes squeezed shut, not quite sobbing, but he did huff out through his tears, mumbled, “I’m so tired.”

He felt a hand as it squeezed his knee, and he didn’t even look, knew it was Izzy. His hand dropped down to cover it with his own trembling fingers.

“What’s going on, hm?” Ed was just murmuring against his head, and it felt nice. His breath was something Stede could focus on, felt it as it hit his skin with every word. “Did something happen at work? Shitty customers? I’ll come down there, Stede, and feed them their fucking teeth I swear-”

“No,” Stede let out a quiet wet laugh, shook his head. “No, it’s not… it’s not anything, really.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Izzy grumbled, squeezed his knee again.

“It’s…” Stede sighed, blinked through his tears and looked between the two of them. “It’s hard to explain. I’m sure you don’t want to be bored by my silly little story-”

“Hey,” Izzy squeezed his knee a little harsher than before and Stede jumped, looked up to meet his eyes. “If it’s causing you this much grief it’s not silly, okay? Stop downplaying this shit, Stede. It matters.”

Stede blinked at Izzy, swallowed the lump in his throat, and forced a nod. “Sorry,” he breathed. “I’m just…” he inhaled, unsure how to put it, and gestured between them all. “I’m not used to… to people caring.”

Both Izzy and Ed seemed to deflate, then, and Stede almost wished to take it back… but Ed kissed his temple and Izzy pulled his hand up and kissed his fingers, and maybe he didn’t need to take it back.

“Well we certainly care, so tell us what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” Ed punctuated his words with another kiss to his head.

Stede looked down at his lap, curled his fingers of his spare hand into the material of his sleeve. “So… um, so, you both know how I can sometimes maybe get… well, how I do get — quite often actually — um, anxious,” he watched as both of them nodded before he continued, “well, sometimes it… it really overwhelms me and it just… it sticks and doesn’t go away and I don’t know what causes it, but I just feel really detached, but at the same time overwhelmed, and- and there’s nothing that helps I just feel… I just feel really shitty.”

There was certainly a lot more that he could have said, explained it better, but from the looks on his partners faces they seemed to get the gist of it.

Stede was expecting one of them to say something, whether it was something good or something bad — realistically he knew that wouldn’t happen, but nothing about his thought process that day had been realistic — so he momentarily froze in shock when Izzy leaned forwards and kissed him. It took him a moment for his body to catch up with his brain and Stede reciprocated, felt a little lighter by the time Izzy pulled away.

“…that was very nice, dear.” Stede whispered, unsure of what to say.

“Stede,” Ed spoke, then, squeezed his side and didn’t continue until he met his eyes. “Nothing about that shit is silly, okay?” His hand cupped Stede’s cheek and he leant into the warmth. “It’s… it’s a lot, fuck man I’d be a mess if I dealt with that, so you’re already doing better than I could have.”

Stede shrugged, eyes dipped down. “It’s not really an appropriate reaction-”

“Hey,” Ed lightly pinched his cheek, startled him into looking back up. “It’s okay, you can’t help any of it, can you?”

Stede shook his head slowly, glancing at at Izzy before back at Ed. “Suppose not.”

“Right,” Ed nodded, stroked beneath his eye with his thumb, before he leaned in to kiss the spot gently. “It’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

For the first time that day Stede felt like he could finally breathe. He deflated a little, glanced between them again, murmured, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Apologise again and I’ll chuck this tea over you,” Izzy threatened, and Stede laughed a little, and it felt nice. “You have nothing to be sorry for, just… when it gets like this, you can tell us.”

“Right, yes, you can,” Ed chimed in. “Or if you feel like you can’t say it then you can, I dunno, write us a note. Stick it to the fridge or something, I’ll see it.”

Izzy turned to glare at Ed. “You never read anything on the fridge.”

“Yes I do, thank you very much.”

“What about the shopping list?”

“…handwriting was too small-”

“Or the bills? Or the letter from your mother-”

Funnily enough, it was listening to them bicker that made Stede’s eyes fill with tears again. He just- he had been so frustrated over it, and so overwhelmed by the bulk of his anxiety, and now that they had talked the relief was emotional. He felt loved and cared for, and even if he didn’t feel alright in the slightest, he knew there wasn’t a better place for him.

Their bickering was cut off when Stede threw his arms around both of their shoulders, pulling them all into a hug. It was at a bit of an awkward angle with Izzy on the coffee table, but all of them tucked their arms around one another and they all fit nicely into place.

“I love you both,” Stede choked out softly. “Very, very much. Thank you, loves.”

He felt kisses against his head as their arms tightened around him, and maybe for the first time in his life, Stede truly believed that he might, in the end of it all, be okay.

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crossroadsserpent · 2 years

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Not a sugar baby.

Gotham! Salvatore Maroni x GN! Reader.

(A/N: I know he's not a character with a huge fan base but I love him!)

Summary: Don Maroni is talking with Carmine Falcone trying to come to an agreement, the reader on his lap being held protectively. Falcone glances at the reader and asks Don Maroni to send his 'sugar baby' away, sending him into a flying rage.

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It was getting a little late, Sal had been talking with Carmine for at least two hours and both seemed to get nowhere with their arguments. You were sat on your partner's lap with your head on his shoulder, his arm was wrapped around your waist protectively while he spoke as calmly as possible to the other crime boss.

You hadn't really been listening for the better part of this long conversation but the feeling of Sal's hold on you tightening brought you back to reality. You placed a soft kiss on his neck in an attempt to calm him, but nothing could calm him from what Carmine was about to say. Sal recomposed himself and began to try and lay out a plan they both could agree on but Carmine stopped him "Maybe you should send your sugar baby away first Mr. Maroni, they don't need to be a part of this."

This enraged Sal, you could feel his whole body tensing up, wanting to kill Falcone right on the spot. "They aren't a sugar baby." He said through gritted teeth, his hold on you tightening to an almost painful degree.

"Of course they are, no one dates a crime boss unless they're looking for money or power, you should know that by now Sal. Now, send them away and we can continue." Falcone seemed unphased by the visible anger on Sal's face.

Before you knew it you were sitting in the chair that your partner had been sitting in, watching Sal flip the table before grabbing Falcone by the collar, getting in his face "They are not, and have never been my sugar baby, they are none of your concern."

Falcone chuckled in response "whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night. I've seen this time and time again, they will bleed you dry and then leave you."

That seemed to be the last straw for Sal, he threw Falcone onto the floor and before you could stop him a gunshot rang out. But it wasn't from Sal... it was from Falcone. Thankfully the bullet only hit Sal's arm.

Falcone was out the door before Sal could retaliate "just you wait, You'll realize I'm right."

Sal rolled his eyes and sent one of his men after Falcone, leaving you two alone. Sal took you in his arms, ignoring the pain as he holds you to his chest "I'm sorry Y/N..." He kisses the top of your head lovingly.

You shake your head "what he said isn't true, you and I both know that" you look over at his arm and wince seeing all the blood "God, it looks bad... we've got to get you to the hospital"

You were the one that drove him to the hospital, sure he wouldn't have gone if you didn't make him. Sure enough it was a pretty bad bullet wound. You had to sit in the waiting room since you weren't allowed in the operating room with him, it was torture for you, sitting there wondering if they were helping or only making it worse. The longer you sat in the waiting room, the more tears began to form, threatening to fall.

Finally, after almost an hour and a half, you were let into his recovery room. He was still asleep when you entered so you quietly sat down in the chair beside his bed, watching over him as he lay there, unmoving except his chest rising and falling slightly as he took shallow breaths.

It was almost 3 am when he finally woke up, you were still very much awake, watching him, wanting to make sure he was okay before you even thought of rest. Sal slowly opened his eyes, glancing around the room for a minute before his eyes finally landed on you. He smiled softly "Darlin'.... you're still here?" You nodded slightly "of course I am, I'm not just going to leave you here..." you chuckled. Hearing that make Sal's smile wider "I have no idea what kinda nutty shit Falcone was talkin', you ain't no sugar baby, you're my partner."

You nodded again "He's just crazy..." Sal let out a weak chuckle "you're tellin' me, you drove me to the hospital and stayed with me until I woke up, what kind of sugar baby does that?" You rolled your eyes, smiling softly "A very desperate one?" You tease.

Sal chuckles again "True But you're not any of that, I know you, you're an amazing person and the one I fell in love with." That last part made the tears come back, thinking back on how your last relationship went, how it ended... and how Sal was treating you now, you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Sal noticed you were unusually quiet and strained to look over at you "Y/N? Why are you crying darlin'? Was it something I said?" The sound of worry was evident in his voice. You shook your head, gently taking a hold of his hand "No. Well... sort of... what you said just got me thinking of my last relationship and how they never said anything like that to me, or anything nice for that matter. I just realized how lucky I am to have you." Your voice started to shake at the end as tears began to roll down your cheeks.

"Hey, Hey, don't cry, you deserve the world and I'm more than happy to do anything I have to to give it to you." He squeezed your hand.

They only kept him in the hospital for an hour or so after he woke up and once they were done monitoring him they discharged him. Thankfully you went home to get him clothes before they discharged him so he had clean clothes to leave in. Though the doctors told him to not do you much with his arm, he was constantly trying to hold you or pick you up.

"Honey, let me go, you aren't supposed to be using that arm" You protested as he pulled you closer. "I don't care, I want to hold you and no quack doctor is going to keep me from doin' it." He kissed your head.

"Sal, baby, please, you're going to tear your stitches..." you begged, wanting him to rest. Eventually he did end up listening to you, but only because you agreed to lay with him while he rested.

(Sorry this was long! I really wanted to write something for Don Maroni since I love him so much.)

#gotham #Don Maroni #salvatore maroni #sal maroni #x gn reader

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cafedanslanuit · 2 years

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♡ — pairing: todoroki x reader

♡ — summary: Being disappointed wasn’t the reaction a spouse was supposed to have after learning of their husband’s fidelity, you think. But how could you not?

♡ — tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, pro hero todoroki shouto, established relationship, angst, feels, failing relationships, insecurity, mentions of cheating, no part 2 we cry like men

♡ — a/n: this was a commission i wrote for my lovely lovely lovely friend @requindeterre <3 it was inspired by "december baby" by ingrid michaelson

♡ — masterlist

Half of your bed is empty, the sheets cold and perfectly placed, and you wonder if they’ve even felt human warmth in the last few weeks. You aren’t sure of how many hours have passed since you turned off the lights and laid on your side, unable to sleep. Trying your best to get your mind off of it, you do your best to focus on your phone and keep on scrolling down Twitter.

You stumble across a gossip article about the latest divorce in the hero community. Even if you’ve known about it for a while, you click on Midoriya’s face. It doesn’t take long until a video pops up and you see your husband’s best friend evidently uncomfortable as the reporter keeps asking questions about his recent and, unfortunately, very public breakup.

No matter how much he insists it’s a personal issue and that it doesn’t impact his performance as a hero, the reporter fires question after question, each one of them more distasteful than the previous one. You understand how this type of news works, yet you can’t help but feel disgusted when Midoriya is asked how long ago had he and his ex-wife stopped sleeping together in the same bed.

Nobody should be asked such a private question. But, at the same time, no married person should sleep every night on an empty bed.

You do your best not to look to your side.

If you pay attention, you can find traces of your husband around your house. In the slowly emptying cereal box, a used cup in the dishwasher, a new toothpaste in the bathroom after you had been squeezing the last of the old tube for days. The ghost of your husband is ever-present in your house and, at times, you wish it wasn’t. The man you had married not too long ago had slipped through your fingers at some point and left you with nothing but the memory of his scent and the feeling of his calloused fingers on your cheeks.

The idea of an affaire has crossed your mind before. You thought a quick look through your shared bank account would be enough. A night at a hotel, a meal at a fancy dinner, maybe even a lingerie shop. However, there was nothing out of the blue. That was when you decided to keep track of every night he said he was going to be late. If he said he was attending an event, there would be photos to back him up. If he said there was an emergency fight with a villain, of course, you would read all about it on the next morning’s paper.

Being disappointed wasn’t the reaction a spouse was supposed to have after learning of their husband’s fidelity, you think. But how could you not? Even if your heart would shatter into a million pieces, you would at least understand the reason behind his detachment and lack of presence in the place you agreed to build a home in. Instead, now you were left to sleep on an empty bed, your heart slowly wilting as you irrevocably reaches the only explanation.

He doesn’t love you anymore.

The sound of keys jolts you awake from your thoughts. The door of your apartment opens and you recognize the pace of your husband’s steps as he walks inside and heads to the kitchen. He turns the lights on and the sound of him opening cabinets makes you smile. After weeks of him only coming home when you were asleep and leaving before you woke up, there was nothing else you wanted but to spend a night with him.

He’s here, you think. He’s here and that’s all that matters.

You sit up on the bed, fully intending to go meet him in the kitchen, yet you stop before your feet touch the floor. Would it be too much? Your legs turn heavy as you think of the possible scenarios in front of you. What if the reason he was home was that he was sure you were asleep, and now you had ruined it?

No. You won’t give these thoughts the time of day. You take a deep breath, trying to stop the accumulating worst-case scenarios your brain keeps feeding you. It’s not that deep, you tell yourself. If anything, isn’t it good he’s here now? That you finally get your husband for the night?

The kitchen lights go out and Shouto emerges from inside, finally getting you out of your own head. You watch him walk across the dimmed lighted corridor and then enter your shared bedroom holding a glass of water. The moment he notices you, his eyes widen.

“You’re awake.”

You nod. “How was work today?”

He shrugs and leaves the glass on his nightstand. Then, he turns on his heel and heads to the bathroom. It’s not until you listen to the shower that you realize that he didn’t mean to follow up on his answer. You take your phone and realize it’s a few minutes past two in the morning, yet your body is nothing close to being tired. If anything, a bolt of electricity is running across your bloodstream, begging you to do something, anything, but for the love of God, move.

The bathroom door opens again and you’re still sitting. Wearing his pyjamas, Shouto walks towards the bed and sits on the edge, his back turned to you. He drinks what’s left on the glass in one go and lets out a sigh. He doesn’t spare a glance at you before he slides himself between the sheets and turns his body away from you.

“Good night.”

You don’t move as your bedroom fills with the noise of Shouto’s soft breathing. You watch intently as the movement of his ribs slow down― it doesn’t take long before he is completely asleep. Turning your head to the side, your eyes set on the open door. There’s nothing you can do now to avoid the feeling of your heart ripping to shreds. Before you can stop it, a tear rolls down your cheek, followed by another, and another.

You realize the paint on the door frame is chipping.

…

When you wake up, Shouto is gone.

But it doesn’t matter, not really, because only a few hours later, you get a call from his secretary at the agency. There is a fundraiser gala and your husband is expected to make an appearance― and, of course, there is a reserved spot for his spouse as well.

Not needing to be asked twice, you spend the rest of your day visiting stores and trying out clothes that will make a good impression. You can’t help a small part of yourself favour colours and fabrics you think Shouto will like. While you’ve never been one to care for brands, you set your eyes only to the latest releases of known designers. Only the best, you say to yourself as you hand out your credit card to the cashier. Only the best.

But then, fifteen minutes pass since you entered Shouto’s car and he hasn’t said anything about your clothes. He has his eyes set on the window, completely in silence as he watches the snow slowly fall to the ground. He’s wearing a black suit with a navy blue shirt and, if it were any other time, you wouldn't have waited any time in mentioning how good he looked.

Now, you don’t want to know how bad it would feel if he fell silent after your compliment.

“Driving with all this snow it’s the worst, right?” you say, looking at your driver.

“Ah, it’s not that bad. You get used to it when you live in a city like this,” he replies, his gentle eyes looking back at you from the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, I can imagine.” You turn your head to Shouto, giving him the chance to join your small talk. You can’t say you’re surprised when he stays silent, eyes staring idly at the road. Sighing, you take your phone out of your purse and unlock it.

Shouto doesn’t say a word until you arrive at the gala, which amounts to forty minutes of the most dreadful silence. Was the driver judging you and your marriage in silence? That’s the last thing you want to think about. Once the car is parkers and the engine is off, you unlock your door. Before you can open it, your husband sets a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Aren’t you going to be cold like this?”

You blink, confused. Then, he lowers his eyes and you realize he’s looking at your clothes. The hope of him being so busy he didn’t notice them completely vanish, yet now you hold onto the worry of your well-being in his words.

“It’s okay,” you assure him with a small smile. “We’ll be inside in no time.”

The gala is to help the poor, or the hungry, or the homeless― you aren’t sure. And evidently, no one knows either, because all they can talk about is the latest gossip about Pro Hero Deku and his nasty divorce. Sentences starting with ‘I heard that…’ end up in either unfounded rumours about infidelity or harmful allegations about domestic violence.

You find yourself sitting at a table next to Shouto, away from the majority of the guests, who are either dancing or jumping from table to table, engaging in conversations full of loud laughter and champagne glasses. Neither of you has acknowledged each other since you arrived, only greeting Shouto’s coworkers and partners when they walk by.

“I would hate to be in this situation,” Shouto’s suddenly says. You turn your head to him, surprised he’s the one starting a conversation. “Look at him.”

You follow his gaze until you notice Midoriya, who is awkwardly sitting a few tables away from you. By the uncomfortable grimace on his face, you can tell he’s well aware of what everyone is talking about.

“I don’t know if I could just sit in silence while everyone makes up their own reasoning behind my failing marriage,” he sighs and takes a sip of his drink. “I would do anything not to be in his position right now.”

Your heart clenches painfully inside your chest as you watch him put his drink back on the table. No, your eyes can’t begin watering now, not in public and, most of all, not in front of him. You take a deep breath through your nose and slowly exhale through your mouth, trying to calm yourself down.

You should just stay in silence. Hum in agreement and go back to not talking to each other until he says it’s time to go. Maybe head to the bar and ask for a glass of whiskey so you can get rid of the sour taste in your mouth.

However, words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

“What do you mean by that?”

Shouto finally turns his head to you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

“Hm?”

“You said you would do anything not to be in Midoriya’s position. To avoid having your ‘failing marriage’ talked about and discussed everywhere you went. So, tell me, what would you be willing to do to avoid it?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s a matter of speech.”

“You would pretend, right?” you say, your lips forming a tight line. “You would pretend everything is fine so people don’t have anything to talk about. Am I correct, Shouto?” His silence confirms your suspicion and you feel your stomach drop. A nervous laugh escapes your lips. “Oh God, you really would, huh?”

“I didn’t―”

“Isn’t that what your dad did, though? Pretend?”

“I don’t want to talk about Endeavor here.” It’s amazing how Shouto’s entire posture changes once his father is mentioned. He takes another sip of his drink with a disgusted grimace on his face. His voice is icy but firm, letting you know how serious he is. “I would never pretend I’m not abusing someone. Stop. Please.”

Once again, he’s staring idly at the crowd. You imitate him and watch in silence as people walk across the venue, laughing and talking without a care in the world. After all, they don’t know if this gala benefits the poor, the hungry or the homeless― but neither do you.

You put your hand over his own and he takes it. His eyes never meet yours.

…

Shouto is tired. Tired of galas and fundraisers and events he knows are more of a socialité task than a genuine desire to help other people. Yet he’s told by Midoriya and Bakugou he has to attend because it makes regular people donate to the cause. Seeing someone you admire do good deeds makes you want to be good yourself, Midoriya insisted, and even if Shouto doesn’t fully believe that, he obliges.

But tonight isn’t about yet another event he has to dress up to the nines for. Tonight is a small dinner at his sister’s house and, for once, he’s thankful he gets to wear one of his favourite sweaters instead of an uncomfortable suit. You must be tired as well, he thinks, of all the lights and the tiny meals at the gala that leave you hungry enough for you to order take out the minute you get home. Those events were never your scene and that’s one of the reasons he loves you― it’s not his scene either.

You work together quite well. While you enjoy your time together, you don’t have a problem when you have to be by yourself for a while. Which is great when it comes to his hero work. This year, especially, has been filled with piles of documentation, villains' surprise attacks and empty events. He’s become nothing but an automated being that goes to work, goes to sleep and goes to work and then -you guessed it- goes to sleep.

He’s thankful he has you. He doesn’t have to remind you how much he truly cares for you― you already know that. And because of it, he can put all his focus on his work without feeling he also needs to take care of something else.

But this dinner is a good thing. Because you’ll get to relax in a more comfortable environment and he’ll get to see his siblings after a long while of not hearing anything about them. Which is, once again, mainly his fault. He doesn’t remember when is the last time he has checked his personal phone.

He texted you yesterday morning, informing you of the dinner but you haven’t replied yet. Nothing he has to worry about, thankfully, both of you have taken even longer to reply before. However, if you want to make it in time, you should be leaving in a couple of hours, and you’re still nowhere to be seen. He came home straight from work, had a quick shower and even now that he’s taking his time as he eats some leftovers, he hasn’t heard from you yet.

“Did you get my text about the dinner?”

The message is sent, but still, no answer. He dials your number and it goes straight to voicemail. How on Earth are you receiving his messages but not his calls?

Still, shouldn’t be too long before you come home. He can start getting ready until then. He puts the now empty tupperware inside the dishwasher and heads to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

When he opens the closet, it’s half empty. His clothes are there, and he can see the white sweater he was going to wear, but nothing is hanging on your side anymore. He opens the top drawer. Empty. The second one. Empty.

Were you going to redecorate the closet? Why didn’t you tell him to take his clothes off as well?

He puts on his sweater and a pair of dark jeans. He calls you once more, but he keeps getting automatically sent to voicemail, just like before. Shouto restarts his phone and walks to the bathroom to see if he has a better signal there.

As he waits for his phone to load, he notices it.

The blue glass with only one toothbrush.

His phone chimes once it’s on and he goes to your text history. He sees the last couple of texts he sent you about the dinner, but the more he scrolls up, he notices you haven’t texted him in days. In fact, your last message was dated a week ago, and you were asking him if he was going to be home late, or if you should wait up for him.

He hadn’t replied.

Shouto runs back to your bedroom and starts opening every drawer on your vanity. Everything is gone, your makeup, your perfumes, you didn’t leave anything behind. The books that were set on your nightstand aren’t there anymore, and he wonders just when did you leave. Was it today while he was at work? Had it been two or three days ago?

No, he shakes his head. He would have known if it was a few days ago. Of course, he would have noticed. Yes, he did come home late yesterday, but that doesn’t mean― When he laid in bed the night before, you―

You were there. Right?

… Right?

Were you there last night?

His breathing becomes more erratic by the minute. He runs to the kitchen and realizes your favourite cup is gone. The plant you liked to take care of is no longer by the window, and fuck― did he truly didn’t notice your shoes weren’t by the entrance? In a frenzy, he comes back to the bedroom and opens the drawer of your nightstand, which, unlike the others, isn’t empty.

Your framed wedding photo is there.

Shouto doesn’t recall the moment he fell to the floor. All he knows is his hands that are holding the photo frame are shaking and his back is against the bed. Tears fall over the memory of your bright and happy smile he’s not sure he’ll get to see again.

You’re gone.

You’re truly gone.

His lips are parted, gasping for air as his whole body starts to crumble as it feels your loss. It feels as if someone has ripped something from his chest, and now he’s left to gather his own remains. It hurts, it physically hurts-- each breath he takes scraped his throat that keeps getting thinner and thinner.

What is he going to do now? What is he supposed to do? He looks around the bedroom as if searching for answers and his eyes land on the door frame.

The painting is chipped.

#todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todorki shouto #shouto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha angst #mha angst #todoroki angst

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hanmabae · 3 years

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Can I request a drabble or a headcanons of Hanma overhearing Takemichi talk about a timeskip future where Hanma actually ended up marrying reader and they have 3 daughters? And Takemichi is talking about it because he's shocked that Hanma would even settle down and have kids in the first place let alone with someone like reader who is Hanma's opposite? And even Hanma's pleasantly surprised but not mad at hearing about it. Lol Sorry if weird request, I've been thinking about a scenario like this. Thank you, feel free to play around with the idea if you like it or it inspires something along the lines. I love your writing.

He is married and has three kids?!

⤷ ♡ CHARACTERS :: Shuji Hanma x gn! gender (y/n)

⤷ ♡ GENRE :: ANGST, Drama, TW, Funny moments?

⤷ ♡ WARNING :: Cursing, TW death, blood moments with gun, somehow sad one! I warned you!

⤷ ♡ A/N :: Ahh damn I like this request! It’s long??? But I still love it! Btw I was lazy to re-read it so if you’ll find some mistakes my bad T_T THERE IS A PIC OF HANMA! So DONT FORGOT! ;)

"How are you doing, Naoto?" Takemichi remarked this while staring down on Hina's younger brother, who was the one who had opened the door. He was a tiny boy, but Takemichi had already irritated him. “Can you tell me what you want from me?” He inquired, his gaze fall on his sister, who stood alongside him. Actually, it was too late, and Naoto was surprised of why his sister was out with the guy now.

"Doesn't it seem like it's already too late? Why are you bringing my sister here at this hour?” Takemichi and Hina shared a giggle as she walked into the house. "Bye, Hina, and have a nice night!" And you, Naoto," he said, reaching out his right hand to shake it. "I hope I will not see your dumb face at this time or I won't be able to sleep without nightmares," he said, trying to shake his left hand.

After everything went black, Takemichi finally woke up in his bad. "Woah, this time-skip was normal; I hope everything is fine," he mumbled. His phone rang, and it was Chifuyu on the other end.

"Yes," he said, smiling. "How come you have such a happy voice?" "Did you forget what day it is?" he said in a low voice

Takemichi's eyes widened. “What day is it today?” he asked with a curious tone.

"TODAY IS DRAKEN'S WIFE'S BIRTHDAY," he exclaimed, "AND IF YOU FORGOT WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS, TODAY IS EMMA'S." Takemichi was shocked by the information he received from Chifuyu.

"Ah, and Hina is waiting for you, so don't be late or Draken will kill you," he said as he hung up the phone.

'Wait, what was that?' He questioned himself. "Don't tell me that everyone is alive during this time-skip?" His eyes welled up as he prepared for Emma-chan’s birthday.

When he arrived, he found Hina waiting for him. He stepped out of the taxi and approached her.

She hugged him right away, saying, "I missed you so much, even though we only met yesterday." She kissed him and smiled.

Takemichi was surprised by the unexpected kiss and hug. "Me too," he smiled. "Let's get going or we'll be late."

When they entered, he saw everyone from Toman, including Black Dragons and Valhalla members, as well as Moebius. It was really strange.

Emma and Draken were the next thing he saw. They were both smiling and talking. He hadn't seen them happier in a long time.

“Hey, Takemichi” Draken said with a huge smile and he hugged him. "Happy birthday to your wife," he remarked as he hugged him.

After he saw Hina and Emma were hugging also and crying. ‘They haven't changed at all’ he thought and smiled. “Hey, Emma happy birthday to you! I wish you all the best” he smiled and Emma hugged him. "Thank you very much!" "I missed you guys!" she exclaimed in a sweet tone.

Then there was a scream, and he turned at Emma, where a strange girl was hugging her and Emma was crying. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, MY LOVEEE," Emma sobbed. "I missed you as well!" But please don't cry because you'll ruin your make-up," she laughed.

Takemichi was interested who she was because Takemichi knew all of her friends and Hina knew her.

While he was thinking someone called her.

"Darling, don't run like this; what if you fall and injure yourself?" Takemichi looked at the man who said it, but he couldn't identify who he was.

He was tall, with a large muscle body, and dressed elegantly in black with a red tie. He was so attractive that girls from other parts of the room were salivating (drooling, dripping, slurping!!k let's say that they got horny and finish here haahah) and staring at him with hungry eyes. That was strange, because even Hina was staring at him with those eyes, and of course, he felt jealous of this man. (I PUT A PIC OF HANMA DOWN! Pls don’t get horny lol)

"Sure, honey, I won't," she said as she hugged him. "After all, if I get harmed, you'll kill someone," she laughed.

"You guys are so adorable and look so wonderful," Emma exclaimed. "I can't think of a more wonderful couple than you," Hina continued. 'Did she really just say that?' Takemichi was moved by the girls' remarks and turned to gaze at a man who was staring at the girl who was holding him. His eyes were filled with passion and love; even though he loved Hina more than anything, he could never look at someone like this; how even a man could look at someone like this.

"Shuji Hanma, quit humiliating me!" She said this in a grating tone as she let go of him.

"Oh my, sorry, Miss Hanma," he replied as he kissed her on the cheek.

'There's no way in hell it can be true- don't tell me it's Hanma, who was cruel and insane.' Takemichi was lost in his thoughts. ‘ How did he become so massive and tall? And what about Y/n? Has she changed? She, too, is tall and unusual. I remember her as a short and sweet girl with a lovely smile, and today she is a completely different person, she even married Hanma?!!! He was insane and loved beating people, he wasn't outstanding at school and didn't care about anything, he had the status of a psycho bad boy who was the leader of Valhalla and acting leader of Moebius, he was also in Toman and Tenjiku?How did this girl who was good in school and only wanted to be a doctor to make her parents proud become the villain's wife?' Takemichi was contemplating the entire issue.

"How are your kids? "I really miss them!" Emma said in a soft voice.

"My girls are the best dad's girls," he said proudly.

'They even have kids?' Takemichi's jaw dropped. 'When did this happen?' (no but imagine his face while he was processing it T_T it would be hilarious)

Three girls appeared out of nowhere. One was around 6-7 years old, the other was 5-6 years old, and the final was 4 or younger.

"DADD MOMM," the middle child said. "Hanako baby," Y/n said, her hands outstretched.

"DAz, Dadzzy." Hold me plwease~” The small girl shouted out to her father in a pure soul, "yes my love, come here," and he held her and she kissed his cheek passionately.

"Makoo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "I can't believe she's already talking," Yuzuha shouted back proudly. “Y/n! I really missed you! "Where have you been?" she said as they hugged.

"Well, as you can see, work and kids... "I don't have time to go out," she answered quietly.

"How are you, Takemichi?" hanma called him.

Takemichi flinched and became terrified. "Ahh, you see, I was busy as well," he mused as he rubbed his neck.

"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything; after all, my wife will kill me," he joked, and Mako poked Shiji's cheek, and then she looked at Takemichi, but she became irritated and hugged dad right away.

'So, why am I curious?' 'After all, it's Hanma's daughter,' he thought out arguments calmly but dumbly.

"I forgot you got married on y/n, and I had no idea you had three girls," he smiled, "and they are so cute, they look more like you than their mother." hanma laughed.

"It's because they're my girls," he said as he hugged Mako and laid his head on her. "But don't tell this to Y/n, or you won't live," he laughed.

“Yeah, sure” he looked at mako who was hugging her dad.

"By the way, how's your business?" Hanma wondered, his gaze drawn to his wife, who was playing with their children and friends.

"What business?" Takemichi was surprised to discover that he had his own business. "Well, as I clearly remember, you left all the gang groups and now you have five manga stores that are quite popular, even my older daughter goes there to buy things," he explained.

"This one? Ahh, this one? Yes, everything is fine; however, where do you work?" he was kind of scared to ask.

He set his daughter down, saying, "baby Mako, go to mommy, we have to talk." She walked away, and Hanma turned to face Takemichi, saying, "well, you know that I'm still the head of Valhalla and Moebius, right? I'm also cooperating with Black Dragons. After all, I'm helping Koko and Inupi," he joked.

"Are you still involved with gangs?"

'Is he serious? Isn’t he afraid of his wife's or children's lives? They are literally in risk because of him,' he claimed.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but it's not that miserable! And they will never touch them," he remarked calmly.

"I'm happy you found your love, and now you have amazing children." Takemichi laughed adorably.

“Yes, I can't imagine my life without them.” he stopped. “You know, if I had not met my wife, I don't know what kind of life I would have right now,” he said with a proud voice.

“I'm glad”

‘Damn I know he is still the same psycho but y/n created whole new person and I am impressed’

Before Takemichi could say something someone opened the door and yelled

“HA, HA, HA, who do we have?” it was south.

“South it's not the right time,” Draken said with an angry voice “Let don't start anything,” Mitsuya said with a calm voice and Hakkai stand up and went to Mitsuya.

“We don't need any problems, could you leave?” Chifuyu said.

“Everyone will survive only if you'll bring me Hanma Shiji, we need to talk.” He laughed and began looking around for him.

“No, if you have any problems with my husband, I'm here to listen” Takemichi looked at her.

She didn't seem to be afraid in her gaze. Her children became scared, Hanako hugged her leg, and the other girls went to Yuzuha.

"Y/n stop!" Hanma was furious. "Agreed, you should back off," Chifuyu added, to which everyone agreed.

“So you're Hanma’s little bitch, aren't you?” South said with looking at Hanako. "And these are Hanma's famous kids?" he chuckled.

"Hanma, do you know what will happen if you don't come with me?" Right?” He glanced at Hanma with mischievous eyes.

“Don't worry I know but don't touch them or you will regret that you were born” he said while getting close to him.

“NO! "Don't do this, Shuji, or I'll kill you with my hands," she said as she approached the South.

South became fascinated and went to Y/n. He smirked at her, "Hanma, your wife isn't that bad," he said, touching her cheek, "what a shame you aren't mine."

"I warned you to keep your hands off my wife." Hanma attempted to approach close, but South pulled out his gun and placed it on Y/n’s forehead, saying, "move and she'll die." He stopped laughing and then placed the gun on Hanako, saying, "otherwise she'll die, so select who will go out of the game first."

"South, enough! This isn't a game!" "Take the gun away from the kid, she's only six years old," Mitsuya yelled angrily.

"Take the gun away from my daughter or I'll destroy you," Hanma couldn't take it any longer, wondering how someone could have put the gun on his wife and daughter's foreheads.

"Who cares how old she is? I was 5 when I first killed someone," he joked, "and she is nothing to me."

"South put the gun on me and let her go, you have me and she hasn't done anything to you," Y/n shouted, eyeing him straight.

"Oh, who cares, you guys are annoying me; I'll ask Hanma one more time, will you come with me?"

"If you let them go, then I'll" he said Hanako, who was afraid but didn't want to upset her dad, so she pretended to be brave. She had fluffy eyes and fluffy cheeks, she was little but had a strong ego, she got it from her mother. She had black hair and brown eyes, as well as some yellow highlights in her hair. Hanako was a bright lovely girl; most girls her age were not as brave or as smart as she was. She stood boldly behind her mother, looking at her father with a warm smile, as if she knew something bad was about to happen at any moment.

"You guys irritate me," he says as he shoots Hanako in the head while she was smiling at her father.

"HANAKO NOO!" hanma shouted, but we all know that nothing would change the death of his daughter, who died right in front of his eyes, when she was smiling at him, bringing him joy because she wasn't afraid, she just wanted to make dad proud.

"Who'll be the next to go?" He shot his older daughter with the rifle he had on her.

"DADD I'M SCARED," the middle one cried, and South killed her as well.

Hanma stood there, unaware that his three daughters had transformed into angels from books he had read to them at night when they couldn't sleep.

Y/n was standing all in Hanako's blood, she had dead eyes. Her three daughters died in front of her eyes. Her heart was telling her that she was a bad mother, and her mind was telling her that she should kill South. She rushed over to him.

"How date you kill my daughters," she wanted to say, but South grabbed her with one hand. "Oh, come one, give your final words to your husband, not to me." Y/n had tears in her eyes, looked at Hanma, and whispered, "I'm sorry dear, remember that we loved you," and she died in South's hands.

Hanma knelt, his eyes left empty. "You killed them," it was all he said.

Everyone was shocked and began to cry; it didn't matter if it was a boy or a girl; they all adore this family, Y/n and even Hanma.

"I've finished my work." South said and absolutely despised.

Takemichi couldn't say anything, but he felt a press on his shoulder and looked up to see Naoto with red eyes.

'Even Naoto cried,' he thought. "Takemichi, go back and kill South, and make sure you kill him, or I'll kill you with my hands."

He offered his hand to shake Takemichi's hand.

Takemichi carefully examined Hanma and the bodies. Then he looked around at everyone and wiped his tears. "Let's kill him and help Hanma and his family," he said as he shook his hand and everything went black.

“That’s what happened” Takemichi finished telling the whole story of his last time-skip to chifuyu.

"Are you saying Hanma had three daughters and a wife?" Which was Y/n?” He sounded jealous.

“Yeah” Takemichi looked up in the sky. "Do you have any thoughts on how to change South?" he asked Fuyu.

"I'm not sure, but Naoto said to kill him, which I completely agree with it because he killed Y/n." He looked down at his hand and said, "If it's necessary, I'll do it."

"What made you so angry when I told you she was married on Hanma?" Takemichi asked.

"It's none of your business, let's go, I'm hungry," Chifuyu replied as he went up from the ground.

Meanwhile, Hanma was sitting nearby Chifuyu and Takemichi; they didn't notice him, but he was close enough to hear what they were saying.

“So I'm going to marry her and have three daughters? That can't be possible." He chuckled and put his hands on his face, saying, "hmmm, somehow this thing got me to act up, and I'm having strange feelings that I've never had before, but I like it." He stared at the river, then at the moon. ‘I don't even regret it, I'm thankful that I'll have people who will take care of me in the future and people who I'd take care of... I'm curious how you'll feel when someone takes care of you. After all, I don't know anyone who would give me such a feeling.' He exhaled, "What a useless and shameless person am I?" he whispered, disappointed and unhappy, staring at the moon one last time before standing up.

“Well, Miss. Hanma, I'll make sure to protect you and my future kids” he walked away with a big smile On his face.

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HERE IS THE PIC! @ to owner! Ugh hot:(

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nctinthehouse · 2 years

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PAIRING: fem-grad-student!reader x idol bf!Yuta

GENRE: fluff, established relationship!au

WC: 1.8k

⚠️ WARNING(S): food, language

A/N: Quick shout out to anon for giving me ideas for this series. I think you’ll be able to spot one of them… maybe :3

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20.FEB.2022

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“...class dismissed.” says your professor.

Everyone starts rushing to pack their things in their bag, most likely just wanting to get out and away from here, at last.

Those extra 20 minutes in class felt like forever. Maybe it’s because you kept on glancing at the clock non-stop. It also didn’t help that you were starving and just wanted to feed your stomach. If only your professor wasn’t late and decided to keep everyone in to make up for those 20 minutes lost of lecture time. Thank goodness you’re free now.

As you’re packing up your things, you begin thinking about what to eat and where to go to get some food. You didn’t have time this morning for breakfast other than a quick cup of coffee since you woke up slightly later than you usually would. That’s your own fault for binge-watching fancams.

You didn’t have any schedules until 2PM, which would be your following and last lecture of the day, so you had a few hours to burn until then. You contemplated grabbing a sandwich at your university café and heading to the library to do some studying. This is something you do pretty often, but also, every now and then, you like to give yourself a bit of a cheat day. Take any extra time you have to relax and not do any work to not stress yourself too much. You decided that today is one of those days to do just that.

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“I’ll ask Hana if she wants to grab some food with me,” you thought as you made your way out of the lecture hall.

As you’re walking through the building, you skim around, trying to spot your friend. You take your phone out, about to text Hana, wondering where she disappeared so fast since she was in the same lecture as you earlier. But before you could do so, you received a text from your boyfriend.

With a smile on your face, you put your phone back in your pocket and start making your way to meet up with Yuta at the cafe.

The café was a place you often frequented other than the campus library. It was just a few minutes away from uni and did the best toasts and waffles, in your opinion. You can't forget about their drinks too! The warm and toasty smells of waffles to the fruity and sweet treats of desserts and beverages always put a smile on your face.

Other than the mouthwatering foods they have, it was a place that always made you feel cosy and calm as soon as you walked in, the complete opposite of the library. Maybe it was because of the soft music they had on in the background; the standard 'coffee shop music' somehow brought enjoyment to your ears, even during the gloomiest of days.

The café sported neutral tones throughout, which can seem too plain and uninteresting for many, but you loved the minimalistic look. They also had a few fresh flowers and plants around, which brightened up the place, giving it a pop of colour, nothing too over the top. The staff is super friendly and would always welcome you to stay there for as long as you want. You even became good friends with them.

It’s fair to say that it’s your favourite café ever.

As you come out of the university building, nearing the main gates, you don’t realise that your friend Hana is jogging to you from behind as discreetly as she could to spook you as a prank. She slams her hands on your shoulders a little, making you flinch slightly.

You stop your steps to turn your head around slightly to see that it’s Hana. “Jesus, Hana!” rubbing your chest up and down to calm your fast-beating heart and glared at her.

“Hey, girly, you want to grab some brunch with me?” Hana asks with a grin on her face, placing an arm around your shoulder as you continue walking at a slower pace.

You playfully smack her shoulder. “Hey! I was looking for you! You rushed out so fast.”

“Sorry, I needed the toilet, was about to piss myself.” Hana chuckles. “So… brunch?”

You frown. “I can’t. Yuta just asked if I wanted to meet up with him for food, so….”

“Damn, he beat me to it,” Hana grumbles. “Okay, another time then.”

You laugh at her. “Next time, I promise! It’ll be my treat since I owe you for helping me out during class”, giving your friend a huge grin.

“Next time it is!” Hana stops walking and places her hands on your shoulders. She taps your shoulders a few times before pushing you forward, making you turn your head around to her. “Enjoy your date! I’ll catch you later!” Hana shouts out as she starts walking backwards in the direction where you guys came from, but not before giving you a wink. You wave bye to her in response.

A few minutes later, you arrive at the café.

As soon as you come in, you’re greeted by one of your friends, Minho, one of the baristas. He grins and waves at you briefly before going back to cleaning up the rest of the coffee cups.

It’s quiet around this time of day as most of the students were usually in lectures or studying elsewhere; there were only around 3 other people in the café.

You do a quick scan around to see if Yuta is already here or not and spot someone sitting by the window.

Even though his back is facing you, you know it was your boyfriend. You recognise the jacket, and Yuta knows it’s one of your favourite spots in the café where you like to sit to do some work on your laptop and occasionally, do some people watching when you need to give your eyes a break away from the screen. The other favourite spot was by the counter, where you would have quick chats with your friends who were on shift.

You wanted to scare him a little, just like how Hana scared you earlier. So, you walked up behind him as quietly as you could before slamming his shoulders with your hands playfully, saying a cheeky “boo!”.

“Holy shit-” Yuta jerks on his seat and turns around to see who on earth it is.

You throw your head back and laugh as Yuta glares at you, but a warm smile grows on his face when he sees your face light up by your own antics. The sounds of your laughter bring happiness to him, as always.

Yuta shakes his head a few times, turning his head back and letting out a sigh. You immediately snake your arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Sorry babe, just felt like doing that”, you giggle, taking a seat in front of him by the window and placing your bag on the empty chair next to you.

Yuta squints his eyes at you, and you stick your tongue out in response which makes Yuta chuckle.

“I already ordered and paid for the food.”

Your eyes widen at his words. “What? No! It was supposed to be my turn to pay for it!”

"It's okay, Y/N, next time", Yuta snickers.

"What- you said that last time!" you complain. Yuta grins at you, and you let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. Next time it is…" you say, squinting your eyes at him. "Oh, by the way, don't you have any schedules today?"

"I have a recording session, but it isn't until later in the evening."

You nod your head at Yuta's words.

You and Yuta start chitchatting about anything and everything while waiting for the food to arrive. Propping up your elbow on the table and resting your chin on the palm of your hand, you listen contently to your boyfriend, talking about the other day when he lost a game of rock, paper, scissors. This led to treating his members to whatever they wanted for lunch during a practice session.

Suddenly, you feel an ache on your elbow, all the way across your lower arm. You wince and crinkle your face up a little before removing your arm from the table, using your other hand to rub the sore spot.

This makes Yuta stop mid-sentence and look at you with concern and scrunched eyebrows. He sits up and leans forward, extending an arm out across the table to try to comfort you. “Y/N, you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine! I guess my head is too heavy,” you chuckle, trying to lighten up the conversation from becoming too serious.

You know how concerned Yuta can be when it comes to you. Not just because he loves you a lot, but sometimes you’re a bit dopey, unintentionally injuring yourself. He knows how you would keep your anxieties and your minor injuries to yourself simply because you didn’t want to burden him with it. He knows how much you never want to worry him because of the nature of him being an idol, already filled with so much tension and stress. But that ends up making him fear for you even more so than you not telling him at all.

However, you can understand why he acts like that because you’re exactly the same when it comes to him too.

“Y/N-”

But before Yuta can say another word, he gets cut off by you as you gasp and clap your hands like a little kid as the waiter arrives at your table with the food.

“My favourite! Cinnamon french toast with strawberries and cream! You know me so well.” smiling at Yuta before gazing at your food in bliss. You honestly couldn’t wait to dig into it.

Yuta continues to look at you with a serious expression. “Y/N… are you sure you’re okay?”

You sigh and extend your arm on the table, placing your hand on top of his and giving it a little squeeze. "Yes, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, okay, babe?" giving your boyfriend a reassuring smile.

Picking up your knife and fork, you start cutting up a piece of the toast. You quickly glance at Yuta and notice him sitting there, looking at you and not eating. "Come on, eat!" you say before taking a bite of food.

Yuta certainly isn't convinced. He believes you're hiding something from him.

He hesitates for a moment but pushes his thought of concern to the back of his mind for now. He picks up his cutlery and smiles as he watches you cheerfully munch on your food, but you don't notice the worry glint in his eyes.

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