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“𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧”

a/n: my coworker gagged me when i couldn’t reach something so he did it for me and when i said thank you he said “you just had to stretch a little more” mind you i couldn't reach it at all. hoe.

synopsis: the kind of pictures they’d post of you on their instagram story that would make everyone feel single.

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, hiori yo, barou shoei, kunigami rensuke, iglesias bunny, hugo vivian

isagi yoichi

blurry candid of you laughing because he said something stupid.

i mean genuinely blurry. your face is half-moving. the table is crooked. the photo quality looks like it was taken during an earthquake.

caption: "proof she finds me funny."

song: love on the brain – rihanna.

the funniest part is that isagi posts this with his whole chest. no irony. no embarrassment. no self-awareness.

because in his mind? making you laugh is one of his greatest accomplishments.

he stares at this picture more than some of his match highlights.

fans immediately lose their minds once they zoom in and realize you're looking directly at him while laughing. not at the camera. not at somebody else. him.

comments become: "girl blink twice if he's forcing you to laugh." "he definitely told the worst joke imaginable." "the way she's looking at him i'm going the fuck to bed 🫩"

and isagi is scrolling through the comments smiling like an idiot because nobody understands.

he remembers exactly what he said. it wasn't even funny. somehow you laughed for 5 straight minutes.

that's his favorite part.

hoshinata

Needy

♡ Nagi gets a taste of his own medicine when his partner ignores him to continue gaming for a whole day. ♡ fluff!

Nagi liked that you can play games for a whole day with no breaks.

A long time ago, on some random day—it's really only been a couple of years—Reo invited you to join a co-op game with his friends. You agreed on a whim, primarily to unlock some achievements and make grinding resources easier. It just so happened that a certain white-haired friend of Reo also joined in for the same exact reason.

You two didn't talk much outside of the group chat. The most you've sent were screenshots of your damage numbers in one game and rankings in another. And with every text, Nagi replied with a thumbs up emoji or a simple ":x" face. Sometimes, you talk about a new male character that just got revealed, and what you like about the two-dimensional sprite. Nagi lurked, replying with build recommendations.

His status rarely changed, showing whether he's online or what game he's playing. One game popped up under his status, the same game you just got. You don't remember much of the conversation because it lasted until four in the morning.

Nagi should be used to seeing you behind a screen. He met you when you were behind his monitor, camera on and mic picking up random background noises from your air conditioner. It was the first time he saw himself interested in someone. A username he grew so used to now appears as a real human being, talking to him with the same nervousness he never showed. A year after the call, you ended up in his apartment under the pretense that calling you would be a pain because he likes you so much, so moving in would be easier for the both of you.

His profile picture now matched yours. His IRL status updates to include you in his life now as a partner. Yet your face was still buried in a screen. All the trouble of moving in to be close to you, and a screen still separated him from you. If he reached out his hand a little bit more, maybe he can feel the same warmth he felt the first night you moved in.

cryinggirlnamedhelen

itoshi sae and his clueless best friend !

“saeee, i’m tireddd, carry me.”

you loop your arms around sae’s neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. he huffs. “i can’t just always carry you around.” yet as he speaks, his hooks his elbows under your knees anyway, allowing you to piggyback him.

“you say that, yet i’m here on your back anyway.” you grin, now burying your face into his shoulder. a few passerby stare, some grinning, some whispering. “hey, are people looking? i feel stares.”

“no shit. it’s not every day that you just casually see a celebrity on the streets.” sae retorts, although he knew that in reality, most whispers contains the words “young love” buried among sentences of jealousy and excitement.

“mmmm,” you yawn. “i’m tired, and hungry.”

“great. let’s go eat then.” sae begins to turn towards the direction of a nearby bakery, treating your weight on his back like a feather.

you definitely doze offed on his back; you didn’t respond to his comments or insults.

cute.

at the bakery, while you’re half-asleep on his back, he orders some of your favorite pastries. “20 of these.” the cashier looks at him with wide eyes. sae ignores her, placing you down in a chair gently and sitting across you.

“…huh?” when you woke up, you were met with a variety of colorful pastries, no longer clinging to sae’s warmth. “oh, wow. this is a sight i’d like to wake up to every day.”

noted.

“just hurry up and eat, you lukewarm idiot.”

you shove a few baked goods into your mouth. sae rolls his eyes, grabbing a napkin and dabbing near your mouth. “thanks, sae. you’re always looking out for me. this is why you’re my best friend.”

his heart drops a bit when he hears his title.

but that was fine. if it means staying close to you, he doesn’t mind the status.

he’ll just make sure that no one else gets close to you.

luvcandy24writer

We’re Matching!

Summary: You’ve gone a little crazy missing Sylus while he’s on a business trip and made a… questionable purchase.

Word count: 1082

Content warnings: fluff, reader is an impulse shopper, Sylus is very happy with the purchase, implied smut.

ariqinonychinus

Sneaky Kitten~

1.2K words. Fluff (a tiny bit smutty) Lightly proofread. MC trying her best to surprise her hubby

It was incredibly difficult to sneak up on Sylus. Impossible, really. Not only did he have a little spy to always keep him informed, but his senses were super human. He always heard you coming or even could smell the perfume you put on that morning.

Damn him and his dragon senses.

But you were determined to catch him off guard at least once. All of your attempts to get him when he was awake failed. So you decided to shift gears and try to get him in his sleep.

You set it up perfectly.

You sent him dinner. A big, hearty meal full of carbs and protein, matched with his favorite bottle of wine and topped with a pint of his favorite ice cream. As well as a cute note to go with it telling him if he doesn’t eat it, you will be really sad.

You also made sure to call him when you woke up. He would be heading to bed soon, finishing up some paperwork or a quick work out before showering. You distracted him by being needy over the phone. Saying you needed his voice and you wanted to hear him touch himself. He was more than happy to oblige and you got a rocking orgasm out of it. A win-win. He would be even more tired after that.

Next you had Luke and Kieran place one of your shirts in his bedroom. You told them to make it look like it was just left by mistake after a sleepover, tossed into some corner of the room that he would surely see. You made sure to wear it over night so it would smell a lot like you. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist smelling it. He loved your smell. He craved it. It helped him relax. In the privacy of his own room, you knew he would curl up with it as he went to bed.

All this would be just the thing to lull him into a deep, deep sleep.

Sylus slept deeply, but still would wake up at a moment's notice if he needed to. But after all your planning, you are hoping it will get him in deep enough to not hear you sneak into his bedroom.

Luke texts you when he’s sure Sylus is asleep. You drive over, parking outside the garage so he doesn’t hear it opening. You slip inside one of the side entrances and tip toe to his room. The door is closed. You take a deep breath and turn the knob as slowly as you can. It is silent as you push it open.

The room is dark and you see a massive lump lying face down on the bed. The massive lump being your husband, sleeping on his stomach like he always did when he was alone. When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see he indeed does have your t-shirt curled up next to his face.

You smile. You love how well you know him and how you can predict what he will do. It almost makes you feel bad for what you are about to do. Almost.

You pad across the carpeted floor, watching him for any movement. When you get to his side, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself to pounce. However, you don’t quite get there. In the silence of the room, you hear a deep chuckle.

“After this, you’ll never be able to refute me calling you a kitten, sweetie.”

You sigh when you see one of his red eyes peeking up at you from his pillow. He’s smirking, triumphant. After all the work you put into this, you still couldn’t get him.

“For fucks sake.”

He tsks, rolling onto his side to look at you better. “You went to a lot of effort, sweetie. It’s too bad you can’t enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

You cross your arms. “Well you could have let me enjoy them.”

“I think the only one with fruits to enjoy is me.”

He reaches out, taking your arm and pulling you to him. You fall over him with a squeal as he cages you in his arms and rolls over so you can’t escape. His weight is pressing you to the bed. You squirm, but his massive body has you trapped.

“I had hoped my sweet wife was just wanting to spoil me with all the treats she left, but I knew she was up to something. Trying to ambush me in my sleep? Such a naughty, sneaky kitten.”

He rubs his nose against your cheek and down your neck. You whine, trying to push him off to no avail.

“The t-shirt was a nice touch. Though I will have to have words with the twins for entering my room without permission.”

You scrunch your nose at him. “I gave them permission.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you had the authority to grant such permissions,” he teases.

“I’m the bosslady, I can do what I want. Including buttering you up to get you in a deep sleep.”

He lifts his head to look at you. You can see his right eye is glowing just a bit. He loves it when you pull rank. When you boss him and his henchmen around like the proper Lady of Onychinus that you are. He leans down, you think to kiss you, but he bites your cheek, chewing on it. You shriek and can’t help but laugh.

“Syyyy cmon!”

He rumbles against your cheek, releasing it and licking where he bit. It tickles, making you laugh more. Your disappointment from your failed plan fades away. Damn him.

“You’re such an ass.”

“An ass you chose to marry.”

“You begged me.”

“Did I? I don’t remember it that way, sweetie.”

“Then your memory is starting to go, old man.”

He ignores your slight, kissing down your neck. Your eyes close and you lean into him. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You can feel his desire growing between his legs.

“I thought about calling to ask you what you were up to, but I knew your antics would lead you here. Right where I wanted you. In my bed, under me. Won’t you stay with me, sweetie? It’s your day off, after all.”

You whine, trying to resist him. You’d made plans for after your prank to get some things done around your house. Chores you’d been neglecting and errands you needed to run. But your sleepy, warm, and clingy husband was a much more tempting offer.

“You need to sleep, Sy. And I’ve got some stuff to do.”

He grumbles, sounding grumpy. He doesn’t let you go. He presses his hips further into you, starting a slow rhythm.

“Sleep is the last thing on my mind, kitten. For your planned sabotage, I think you should make it up to me.”

You feel yourself growing needy. He cups your cheek and kisses you, sliding his tongue in to claim your mouth. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You can’t resist him. You don’t even want to bother trying.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You whisper between kisses.

He smirks against your lips, biting your bottom one. “I tell myself that every day.”

unknown-ends

erenophilic

"Just tell me you don't love me anymore." Zayne freezes mid removing his shoes. His head turns slowly to your figure standing in the hallway, arms crossed and practically vibrating with something that looked perilously close to actual fury.

Did he forget something? What day is it?

He sets his shoe down carefully. "I'm sorry, love. Did I do something wrong?”

He reaches for you but you step back before he could. "Don't touch me."

He's confused. He ran through the day in his mind for possible mistakes he might have made, but couldn’t find any. He remembered waking up with you this morning, you had been in a perfectly good mood.

You even laughed at something over breakfast and nearly choked on your coffee, then he had dropped you at the hunter association on his way to work. You had stolen a couple of kisses before saying goodbye.

And today wasn't a special day he could have missed. Then what did he do? “Talk to me, darling. Tell me what I did wrong."

"Tell you what you did wrong? Do you even see what time it is?" His eyes snapped to the clock on the wall— 6 minutes past his usual time, he won't consider that late so he doesn't understand why.

"You never come home on time. You left me on seen for twenty minutes. You rearranged the mugs, why did you rearrange the mugs? And you.. you… you forgot to close the window yesterday, i was -”

"Did you eat today, love?"

"That's- no, I didn't because I was waiting for my husband to come home so we could eat together but apparently my husband has forgotten he has a wife waiting at home.”

Oh now he knows what’s wrong. He is already walking to the kitchen.

"Wow, are you ignoring me, Dr Zayne Li?” You follow him. "Very mature, very-"

He comes back with a slice of cake on a plate. You looked at it. "I'm not hungry."

He holds a bite out to you. "I said I'm not hungry" you said, but your stomach growled immediately after. Embarrassed, you took the bite to distract him from the sound.

You let him feed you, arms still crossed stubbornly while trying to maintain the pissed off look.

"Feeling better?"

"Mmmhm." You finish the last bite and your expression softens. "I'm sorry. You weren't even late."

"I know."

You look down. "I didn't eat lunch either."

He sets the plate aside and pulls you into him, tucking your face against his chest. "You could have just said you were hungry."

"You could have just come home on time.”

He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'll be 6 minutes early tomorrow."

You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. "Promise?"

"Promise.”

“I love you” you tuck your face back into his chest and pull him closer.

“I love you too.”

itoshiabi

Everything Rin Itoshi ever wanted

2k followers event, request no 16: Rin Itoshi once lived for football alone, but now his world revolves around two tiny children and the woman he loves. In the quiet moments of family life, he discovers that home is the greatest victory he's ever won.

The house is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning.

Soft sunlight spills through the kitchen windows, painting warm golden patches across the floor while you stand at the sink washing strawberries for breakfast. The world still feels half-asleep, peaceful and slow, the kind of morning that makes you want to stay in pajamas all day.

You don't hear the tiny footsteps at first.What you do feel is a gentle tug on the back of your skirt.

"...Mama?"

Your heart melts instantly.

You turn around to find Aoi standing there in oversized blue pajamas, her hair sticking out in every direction from sleep. Her cheeks are still pink and warm, her eyes heavy and blinking slowly as she rubs one tiny fist against them.

She looks impossibly adorable.

The moment she sees you looking at her, she lifts both arms without hesitation.

A silent request.

You laugh softly and pick her up.

Aoi immediately curls against your chest with a sleepy sigh, burying her face in your neck as if that's where she belongs.

Just like her dad...

A few seconds later another pair of tiny footsteps approaches.

Ren appears around the corner dragging a dinosaur plushie almost as large as himself. Unlike his sister, he isn't sleepy enough to hide his excitement.

The moment he spots you holding Aoi, his entire face lights up.

"Mama!"

The dinosaur is abandoned immediately.

You barely have time to react before he wraps his arms around your leg.

Ren looks exactly like Rin, the same dark hair, the same teal eyes. The same innocent little stare just like his dad.

If someone put a childhood photo of Rin next to his, nobody would question that they were father and son.

Ren presses his cheek against your knee.

"Mama, I had a dream."

"Oh?" you ask. "What happened?"

"There was a dinosaur and it was this big." His tiny arms spread dramatically. "And Papa fought it."

You bite your lip.

"Did Papa win?"

Ren looks offended. "Of course."

You are still laughing when a familiar voice appears from behind you.

"Why are all three of you awake already?"

3rdgymbros

— 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙮 𝙉𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙄𝙩.

— pairing; nagi seishiro x reader

— summary; you thought you could handle nagi in bed. spoiler alert: YOU COULDN'T.

— notes; reblogs are appreciated and pls donate to my Ko-Fi if you like my stuff!

❋ Everyone clocks it the second you walk into the training room with Nagi.

❋ Not because he’s acting any differently.

❋ He's still slouched over, posture terrible, casually unbothered, hands shoved in his pockets like he’d rather be in bed.

❋ Which is typical Nagi behaviour.

❋ Fine.

❋ The problem, therein, lies with you.

❋ You’re walking as though your bones are made of glass and your skin is made of paper.

fireladylisa

art by benzoine on tiktok

public sex with zuko ends with a fire, thank god his wife is a water bender!

wc: 1k

was craving obsessed zuko but what's new | zuko masterlist | main masterlist

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Zuko was obsessed with his wife in a way that concerned everyone around him, even the same advisors who all but demanded he marry you since you were the only women he ever gave his attention to, ignoring his concubines that had been carefully hand picked for him.

So he did, literally one week later. The ceremony was small of course, just something sweet between the two of you and a few months later came the actual event. When you protested, stating it wasn’t necessary, the manchild you married crossed his arms and told you that you were a beautiful fool and of course he was going to take any chance he could to show you off.

He married the hottest woman in the known and unknown world and everyone needed to know that, just like everyone needed to hear him fuck you into a stupor night and day. The servants gossiped, your face would heat up in embarrassment and Zuko would grin with pride, telling you there was honor in your husband being so attracted to you that he could hardly go a few hours without being inside of you.

It’s not that you didn’t like it! You were on Zuko just as much as he was on you, leaving reminders on his neck and back of just how good he made you feel. Only you grew worried when he started neglecting his friends, claiming he was still in his honeymoon phase a year after your wedding and it was just too bad they’d have to wait until it was over.

When you’d finally convinced him to join his friends on a simple mission that would take less than two days, he made sure to let you know he’d be thinking of you the entire time. However when he returned a day late, he was absolutely furious as he kissed down your neck and stripped you of your robes. Ranting about how he’d nearly gotten into a scuffle with Sokka, who suggested time away from the fire nation was healthy but Zuko of course, took it as “time away from your wife is healthy” which couldn’t be further from the truth.

As far as Zuko saw it, he was healthiest when he was with you and Sokka was an idiot.

So to say he was annoyed when you surprised him with a trip to each nation with his friends, just an opportunity to bond with people you knew he loved, would be under-putting it. He instantly rejected the idea, claiming he was needed here by your side.

“No.”

You laughed at his tantrum and stood on your toes to kiss his lips before whispering in his ear. “What if I came with you?”

Needless to say, you were both currently in the outskirts of the earth kingdom, giggling like children as Zuko pulled you toward the woods, the only light coming from the moon. The trip had only just started two days ago but Zuko hadn’t had a moment alone with you since you left your kingdom, and he was growing desperate for a release.

Which is why as soon as he could, he was dragging you to a private area and bending you over behind a tree, his cock pounding into you so sweetly that you were seeing stars, your pants and panties dropped to your ankles.

“Not too loud, don’t wanna get caught right?” He laughed at your attempt to hold onto the tree and cover your mouth at the same time, even though he had to fight back several moans himself. This was so fucking filthy, Zuko would never fuck you outside in normal circumstances but desperate times called for desperate measures.

The way your pussy was dragging across his cock had your husband shaking with his impending orgasm. You were only going at it for five minutes but you had already come once and was nearly at your second climax and the world was spinning.

“Harder, fuck me harder!” You cried out, throwing your hips back against him and he was grunting like an animal as he gripped your hips tighter and started pounding into you at a speed that sent you over the edge.

“That’s it, love. You're doing so beautifully, such a good girl. Fuck, I love you.” You bit into your fist as your pussy contracted, squirting your juices all over Zuko and the ground. The feeling of his hands growing hot, his breath picking up and hips slamming sloppily into you, dragging it out just a few seconds longer.

“Fuck!” He cried out, loud enough that you heard his friends start to jump up asking what’s wrong.

Zuko was so gone he didn’t even realize, too busy shooting a fat load into his wife’s tight pussy, head thrown back and mouth open as he accidentally breathed fire. It was too much, cum spilling out and down your thighs. Zuko pulled you tight against him, hips twitching as he emptied the last of his load into you, grinding deep until there was nothing left.

“ZUKO THE TREE!” You yelp as you both fix yourselves, ignoring his friends running over and opening the water vial on your neck. You immediately manipulated it, expanding it and throwing it against the growing fire, cursing before pulling enough water vapor from the muggy air. You didn’t stop until you were sure it wouldn’t start up again.

When you were done you glared at your husband but he was already smiling sheepishly past you, rubbing the back of his neck before pulling you over and fixing your fallen tunic sleeve. When you turned, a few burnt leaves fell in your view until they passed and revealed a few very pissed off faces.

“Fucking seriously guys?!” Sokka screeched.

The next day, Zuko was content as ever, making sure to tell his friends just how much he appreciated them and thanking them for taking him in when they didn’t have to. He even softened up enough to admit he might love them and view them as a part of his family. No one mentioned of course, that the only reason he was saying this was because you were by his side, but the looks they gave each other said more than enough.

Zuko was totally whipped for his hot water bending wife.

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MAKEUP DATE — i. sae x reader : late to another date, his guilt changes him .

your boyfriend, sae itoshi, has been late before, that wasn’t new.

many reasons like training, flight delays, interviews were longer than expected. you learned how to wait, learned how to sit through dinners alone, scrolling through your phone until a short message from him popped up.

sae : sorry. next time.

and usually, there was a next time. but tonight didn’t feel like one of those nights. maybe it was because he didn’t message at all, leaving you alone with silence. you stayed longer than you should’ve. long enough for the waiter to glance at you with that look, long enough to feel stupid. so you left without texting him either.

the minutes after that was somewhat of a blur, you don’t know if it was from your tears or your mind was just not thinking at all.

and sae noticed the moment he checked his phone. the time specifically.

he stood in the doorway of his apartment for a while, staring at nothing with his phone still in his hand. he knew he messed up, but he didn’t know what to do.

sae : got held back. sorry.

he stared at it, a little frustrated because that sounded like every other time, like he couldn't keep a promise for once. so he deleted it.

you were already in bed, washed and changed when your phone buzzed. you didn’t check it right away, you already knew it was him.

it buzzed again, and again. eventually, you reached over, squinting at the screen.

sae : im outside

sae : open.

sae : amor, it’s cold.

you quickly sat up, that was new from itoshi.

when you opened the door, he looked off. still put together, still sae. but his eyes gave him away. he seemed tired, maybe more.

“you didn’t text,” you said. not accusing, just stating fact. his gaze flickered, like he didn’t expect you to start with that. he only nodded, acknowledging it yet only staring at you. he didn’t move from where he stood, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in.

you sighed, stepping aside anyway. he walked in quietly, slower than usual.

you didn’t say much, and neither did he. it wasn’t tense exactly. sae wasn’t the type to fill silence, it was usually comforting for him. but tonight, it felt like he was searching for something to say and coming up short.

you sat on the edge of your bed. he stayed standing for a second, then eventually sat beside you.

“you waited?” he asked.

you shrugged. “a bit.”

he looked down, “…how long?”

“long enough.”

that answer didn’t help him. you were too vague, too dismissive. you could tell that he was becoming more bothered. his fingers curled slightly, like he was holding something back. frustration, maybe, but not at you.

“i forgot.”

your head turned slightly. “forgot?”

“about tonight.” he said it flat, no excuses attached.

you didn’t respond right away.

“it slipped,” he added, quieter this time. “i had a meeting, then training—” he stopped. none of it sounded like a good enough reason.

“i didn’t mean to.”

you nodded slowly. “i know that,” and you did, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

he was taking in the way you avoided his gaze, the slight stiffness in your shoulders. something in his chest tightened, he wasn’t used to this version of you. the one that pulled away.

“…are you mad?”

you let out a small breath. “not really.”

“that’s worse.”

you glanced at him, a little surprised. he was already looking at you.

“if you were mad, i could fix it.” his voice was steady, but the frustration was starting to show.

“this isn’t something you fix in one night, sae.”

you weren’t wrong. a few seconds passed before he shifted closer. he didn’t touch you yet. just sat nearer than before, like testing if you’d move away. and you didn’t, so he moved more. his hand reached for yours, slower than usual. you let him take it.

you frowned slightly. “sae—”

“i’m sorry.” he cut you off.

his thumb pressed lightly against your hand, like grounding himself.

“i know i say it a lot,” he continued, gaze fixed on your intertwined hands. “but i don’t think i’ve meant it this much before.”

you stayed quiet as he moved closer again. his shoulder brushed against yours, then he leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against the side of your head.

sae wasn’t like this. not clingy, not physically needy. but right now, he acted like he needed you. you could feel the slight tension in him. the way he exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding his breath all night.

“…don’t get used to it,” he muttered.

you almost laughed. “to what?”

“…this.” he didn’t elaborate, he really didn’t need to. you already knew this wasn’t normal of him.

you softened a little. “you feel guilty.”

“…yeah.” quiet.

you shifted slightly, turning toward him. he lifted his head just enough to look at you.

“you don’t have to overdo it by being clingy,” you said softly.

his expression didn’t change. “i’m not.” he tightened his hold on your hand slightly. “…i just don’t like this.”

“like what?”

“you being distant.” it made something in your chest ease. his honesty, his vulnerability. he earned himself a kiss.

you leaned into him, just slightly. and his reaction was immediate. his free arm wrapped around you without hesitation this time, pulling you closer against him like he’d been waiting for permission.

you felt him relax in the kiss, just a bit. he lets go and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“i won’t forget next time.” he said quietly,

you hummed. “you say that every time.”

“…just trust me.”

he only held you a little tighter. eyes looking at you as if he’s asking for permission to do more.

“you’re cute like this.” you tease,

“yeah whatever.” he sighs, kissing you a little more.

with sae, you really were easy.

neviye

you’re too boring for sae? never

req, sorry this took so damn long, law + history is destroying me n i’ve been procrastinating like crazy 😕

you’ve seen countless pictures of other soccer players and their girlfriends together. the cute photos of their dates, the reels, the videos, all of it — their vacations in hot sandy countries, visits to bakeries that were famous for tooth achingly sweet treats and bubbly couple spa days.

their girlfriends too. models, actresses, influencers, all women of high regard that sparkled with confidence. glamorous was always the first word that came to mind when thinking about any of them.

compared to you, where organised dates between you and sae usually weren’t carried out, calendar dates forgotten and going out with him sometimes felt like you were wasting his time — you couldn’t help but be riddled with a lingering anxiety.

he would come home from practice tired and all you could do was sooth him with words. small praises that you thought would help put his mind at ease. your quality time felt empty, and you were insecure.

no dates, no outings, nothing.

you just felt like you couldn’t compare. you were such a parallel to the usual ‘type’ of soccer players. why was he with you when he could have one of those top models who likes to travel? or one of those influencers who would benefit his career? someone who could give him more than soft sentences and sweet words?

with the lack of intimacy, you believed the romantic days of your relationship had began to diminish and naturally assumed he felt the same.

which was exactly why you had to end it.

the chill was unsettling as you waited for him to come home. your entire body was on edge and there was a thick lump in the back of your throat as the silence of the apartment was filled with the soft tick of the clock. it echoed almost eerily around the room and you glanced at it.

the hands read ‘23:19’ and you knew he would be home soon.

seconds felt like hours as you thought about what you were about to do. was breaking it off really the best thing to do? the more you thought about it, the less convinced you were. he deserved someone with all the qualities you lacked, sure. but you loved him. wasn’t that enough?

the lock clicked at last and you raced up, heart sinking as sae stepped in. “you’re up?” he sighed while dropping his stuff, “i thought i told you to stop staying up for me.”

“yeah i know but…” you cleared your throat, “i have something important to tell you and i thought it’d be best to say it as soon as possible.”

he was hardly listening, emptying out his bag “go on.”

“i think we should break up.”

your sentence most definitely caught his attention, his rummaging hands came to a halt before he was looking over at you. “break up.” he repeated the words back, not as a question but more like a distasteful statement. “as in end it.”

“yes sae, end it.” the lump in your throat was back, heavier now as you spoke. “i know you’re busy but you try your best for me. you buy me gifts, spoil me crazy, shower me with money. that’s the problem, what do i do for you?”

you fell silent and the ticking of the clock filled the room once more. “have you seen kaiser and his girlfriend online? she organises their trips, she helps him—”

he was running a palm over his face, “and why are you believing what you see on social media?”

“that’s not the point,” your voice dropped as you spoke, “just, wouldn’t you prefer someone who isn’t… boring?”

you picked at your nails as you waited for his response. in truth, you didn’t want to hear the answer. you were already full of so much uncertainty about breaking up, to hear him actually say the word yes would break your heart.

he didn't though, approaching you while he spoke, “that's what this is about? you’re trying to breakup with me because you’re insecure.”

“i—”

“and you’re consoling yourself by saying that i deserve better.” his voice was gentle, not condemning.

you had no argument. he was right, awfully horribly right. this ‘breakup’ was just a justification for you to put yourself down and spare yourself the heartbreak if he ever left you for someone ‘enjoyable’. a pathetic excuse to compare your relationship to others you didn't even know.

“do you really think i’m dating you for fun?” he was standing in front of you now and you shook your head weakly. he had read you like a book, of course he had.

“i’m not with you for dates or gifts or whatever.” he was wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “i’m dating you because i love you.”

your chest tightened with affection and you wondered how the words had left his lips so effortlessly. you burrowed into his chest with slight embarrassment, “so you don’t think i'm too boring for you?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“i don’t.”

“and you don’t care if we don’t go on fancy holidays?”

“not at all.”

“and you won’t leave me for a pretty model?”

“obviously not, stop asking me stupid questions,” he rubbed softly into your back, “if you want to spend more time together, just ask. i appreciate anything you do for me.”

“then... will you stay home with me tomorrow? we can sleep in and i’ll make you breakfast.”

“if that’s what you want.” he was pulling back and giving you a soft peck, “then it sounds good.”

it looked like you had underestimated just how much sae really cared about you. the once impending tick of the clock sounded much lighter now after communicating your fears, each passing second now a moment for you to relish with sae instead of worry.

freakasaa

sae itoshi x reader and rin is constantly interrupting them and walking in on them kissing

𝒢𑄺 — Rin always cockblocks you and sae !

————-

Sae’s lips press against yours in a desperate, messy kiss. After winning an important match, all he wants is to relax with his partner.

your back is pressed firmly against the door of his childhood bedroom as he holds you up against it, fingers pressing into your thighs while his tongue finds yours.

he carries you over to his bed, dropping you onto the plush mattress causing you to let out a soft yelp. he climbs ontop of you, looking so effortlessly attractive. he tugs at the fabric of your shirt, his expression calculating. “mh, take this off.”

you sit up slightly so you can slip it off, grabbing the hem. Tossing it to the side carelessly, sae leans forward, pressing kisses to your collarbone and chest.

He pulls back briefly to pull his own shirt over his head, the sight of his muscular chest and abs making your cheeks flush with anticipation and burning desire.

His lips brush against yours, his breaths minty and rigid. Before he can go any further, the door swings open.

You pause, not acting quick enough to cover your top half— but sae does. He reaches for a blanket, speedily wrapping the fabric around you.

Rin pauses at the door, ears turning a shade of pink as he sees you panting and cheeks flushed, leaning over to grab your top. Sae looks like he is ready to kill.

Rin blinks. once, then twice. “…foods ready.”

You sit up on the bed, smiling at your boyfriend’s brother. Sae is too pissed to reply to him, busy glaring daggers for interrupting the moment. the fact its not the first time increases his annoyance.

“thank you, Rin. We’ll be down in a moment.” you respond, and he nods— closing the door behind him. you turn back to sae, who sighs.

He presses one more kiss to your lips before sliding his shirt back on. “ill make it up to you later, promise.”

kissumee

.ೃ࿐ He lets you do his skincare

The bathroom light is way too bright for eleven p.m., especially after Sae spent the last six hours running drills until his legs felt like lead. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, his knees practically touching yours because the space is so cramped, looking up at you with his usual deadpan expression. He won't admit it, but his shoulders have finally dropped from his ears for the first time all day.

"You're using the expensive one?" he asks, his voice dry and raspy from dehydration. He eyes the glass dropper bottle in your hand like it owes him money.

"Obviously. Your skin is peeling near your nose, Sae. Shut up and tilt your head back," you say, squeezing a few drops of the serum onto your palms.

He groans softly but complies, leaning his head back against the tiled wall. His eyes flutter shut. You press your hands to his cheeks, the warmth of your skin contrasting with the cool, damp aftermath of his shower.

He doesn't flinch. Instead, his head sinks a little heavier into your touch, letting you move his face wherever you need to. For someone who spends his entire public life being completely untouchable, he’s ridiculously compliant when it’s just the two of you in his apartment.

"Your hands are freezing," he mutters, though he doesn't pull away.

"Maybe if you turned the heating up in here I wouldn't be a corpse," you shoot back, using your ring fingers to gently pat the serum under his eyes. You're careful not to get too close to his lashes, which are annoyingly long and thick. "Did you even drink water today? You look like a raisin."

"I drank three liters. It was windy on the pitch." He opens one eye, tracking your movements as you reach for the heavy moisturizer. "Don't put too much of that stuff on. It feels greasy."

"It’s not greasy, it’s a barrier cream. You have no barrier left. It's gone." You dot the white cream across his forehead, his cheeks, and the bridge of his nose.

Sae sighs, a long, exhausted sound that lets out all the tension he’s been holding since his morning workout. As you start rubbing the cream in using upward strokes, his eyes close again. He leans into the pressure of your palms. He likes this part the most, even if he’d rather die than say it out loud.

His face relaxes completely under your fingers, the sharp, defensive line of his jaw softening into something human and young. When you get to his forehead, he lets out a tiny, barely audible breath through his nose, completely defeated by the massage.

"You're falling asleep," you tease, tapping his chin.

"I'm not," he says instantly, his voice deeper now that he's half-conscious. "Just hurry up."

"Yeah, yeah."

You reach into your pocket and pull out a tube of tinted lip balm. His lips are chapped from the cold wind, a slight contrast to the rest of his now-glowing face. You pop the cap off and press the balm to his bottom lip, swiping it back and forth. He stays perfectly still, his breath warm against your fingers.

"Okay, smack your lips together to spread it," you tell him, capping the tube.

Sae doesn't smack his lips. Instead, he catches your wrist with a surprisingly quick reflex for someone who was just faking sleep, pulls you forward an inch, and presses his lips directly against yours.

He holds you there for a second, his grip loose but firm around your wrist, before pulling back just enough to look at you.

You blink, completely caught off guard, your hand still hovering in the air.

Sae lets go of your wrist, his expression completely blank, though there’s a tiny, smug twitch at the corner of his mouth. He rubs his lips together once, deliberately.

"Spread," he says, his voice completely level. "Like you wanted."

"You're literally so annoying," you say, your face burning as you hit his shoulder with the lip balm tube.

"You're the one who told me to do it," he replies, finally standing up from the toilet seat and stretching his arms over his head. He looks in the mirror, turning his head side to side to inspect your work, entirely satisfied with himself. "We're done here. Go to bed."

a/n: reblogs and comments are appreciated 🫶

©𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

gojosteddy

⋆˖ when you accidentally unfollow sae and now everyone thinks the two of you broke up ( ˘𖥦˘;) 🗯️

you and sae had been doing long distance for a while now. with him in spain and you back in japan, most of your days consisted of stolen calls between his training sessions, little updates about your day & sending each other reels whenever one of you couldn’t sleep. which was exactly why the entire misunderstanding felt so absurd.

it happened on a random afternoon.

you’d been lying in bed scrolling through instagram, mindlessly stalking your own profile after posting a new photo. somewhere between checking comments & accidentally opening your following list, your thumb slipped.

unfollow.

you didn’t even notice.

a few minutes later, you tossed your phone onto the mattress and rolled over for what was supposed to be a quick nap. you’d been feeling exhausted after running errands all morning, so you figured a short nap wouldn’t hurt.

meanwhile, on the other side of the world… the internet started speculating the worst.

apparently dating one of the top soccer players in the world meant people monitored your relationship status like it was a full-time job. and within an hour, the screenshots were everywhere.

carmekiel

EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT CALEB’S IN HIS FEELINGS AND HE CAN’T GET OUT OF IT…

Sypnosis: Caleb x non!mc — you find out he only used you in this marriage of three, and only had a child with you to prove to the world that he, Caleb Xia, had moved on. 7k words. Warnings: HURT NO COMFORT no seriously, x reader is a stretch. mentions of pregnancy, birth and cheating. selfish caleb. i like exploring his ego. A/N: Sorry for the wait. I smoked 7 cigs in the process of writing this (working through my 8th now as I do the formatting). this stemmed from a little ask that was just too angsty to write a simple blurb on. highly suggest listening to mitski while reading this/earrings by malcolm todd (of which the title originates from) for the maximum angst experience.

There were three of you in this marriage, so naturally, it was a bit crowded.

Part of you felt unbelievably happy to be at the altar with Caleb Xia, yet another part of you couldn’t ignore the nudging feeling that something was very wrong with your husband-to-be.

To the spectators of the wedding, Caleb seemed perfectly composed. Not that most of them would know him any better than you did of the man you were about to dedicate the rest of your life to. The audience of the simple wedding at the courthouse consisted of your family and friends, and for Caleb…well, the only three people who he invited were Gideon and…

And her. MC. Of course.

You’ve always had an idea of who she was. It was hard not to acknowledge the woman your husband was obsessed with, is still obsessed with. You knew how much MC weighed on Caleb’s heart, and you could only guess how much that weight doubled when MC, instead of marrying him, married some cardiologist friend of hers. And you could piece together that you were nothing more than a trophy of proof for Caleb to show that he had moved on.

Yet, you still naively believed that, just like any good fairy tale, Caleb would eventually fall in love with you.

But one look into his empty, loveless eyes, as he signed your marriage certificate, told you otherwise. The chaste, brief kiss you exchanged felt like more of an obligation to show to the wedding guests rather than a genuine embrace of a husband and wife.

But then again, you didn’t think you expected much more.

amoebadue

Day 22. He calls you clingy — Dick Grayson

Dick got injured on patrol a couple days ago, and it was safe to say he was going a little stir crazy.

He claims to anyone that will listen, that being all of the Bats as well as the Titans, that he’s a caged bird.

You just rolled your eyes and laughed at his words, making sure he kept his leg propped up during his dramatics.

For the past 5 days, you’ve been working from home, doting on your loving boyfriend. The first few days went well enough, him happily spending every moment with you—an unusual occurrence due to his typical packed schedule.

But the past two days, he’s been getting more and more irritated by your presence. Insisting he can get his own food, reaching for the remote himself, ignoring your asks if you can help.

You know he doesn’t mean to be so rude but that doesn’t make it hurt less. Still, you want to make him happy while he’s cooped up, so you invite his friends over for a ‘guys night’.

You make sure they have all the snacks they could possibly need, list of movies already queued to watch, and your absence.

“And there are drinks in the fridge if you guys want any.” You laid your hand on Dick’s shoulder. “I think that covers everything. I’m just going to grab my bag and then I’ll be out of your way.”

Multiple shouts of thanks are thrown at you—Dick’s not included, you note. You shake your head, now’s not the time.

You slip into the bedroom, door still cracked a bit.

You hear Roy whistle lowly, “She did all this for you?”

Dick grunts, “Yeah, she can be a bit much.”

You can hear the frown in Wally’s voice, “Thought you were excited to be home with her?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize she’d be so clingy.” He huffs and you decide you’ve heard enough.

You push out the door, shutting it softly behind you. “Okay, well you guys are all set. Have fun!” You put on your best smile, avoiding the frown Jason sends you as you leave the apartment.

You just wanted to get out of there.

—

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of a notification. You sat up, rubbing your eyes groggily.

Donna apologized lightly, reaching for her phone. “It’s just Dick.”

“He texted you?” You reach for your phone, frowning at the lack of messages—at least from your boyfriend. One from Jason sits unopened, just a simple; Are you okay?

You send him a thumbs up before throwing your phone across the room.

“Okay, what’s your deal? You’re been weird all night.” Donna stared at you with a frown.

“It’s nothing.”

She studied you for a minute before sighing, “It’s nice what you did for him…having all the guys over. I know it’s probably hard taking care of him—especially when he’s never been all that open to being taken care of.”

You shot her a disgruntled look, “How you got all of that from ‘It’s nothing’ astounds me.”

She snorts, throwing a pillow at you. “I’m serious! We should have a girls day…relax. I’m sure Dick won’t mind.”

“No, he definitely would not.” She shoots you a confused look but doesn’t mention it again.

“Okay, I have the perfect dress for you to wear!” She squealed, running to her closet.

You flopped back down onto the bed, sighing.

It was going to be a long day.

—

By noon, with no contact from you, Dick was beginning to get worried. At first, he’d welcomed the reprieve from your hovering, but as the night ticked on, his chest ached at your absence. It was even worse this morning, with not having heard from you.

“I’m sure she’s fine. Her and Donna are probably just taking a girl’s day.”

“But she hasn’t even texted me!”

“Did you text her?” Jason sends him a knowing look.

Dick pouts, tossing his phone back and forth in his hands. “No, not exactly.”

“How do you not exactly text someone?”

“You know what I mean!” Dick groaned, leaning back in his bed.

“Look, she texted me earlier. That’s why I’m still here, you think I want to stay with your sorry self the whole day?”

“She’s going to be gone the whole day?” Dick sits up, eyes frantic. “But she’s supposed to watch Psych with me!”

“Tough luck, man. You didn’t want her around yesterday, you don’t get to just suddenly decide when to have her around.”

“What are you talking about?” Dick wracked his mind for what Jason meant but he came up with nothing.

“Clingy? Really? That woman is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you’re complaining about her taking care of you.”

Dick faltered, “I—well I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant she was hovering, she wouldn’t even let me do anything—”

“Because you’re injured, Dick. You can’t do things. She’s just trying to help.”

His frown deepened, considering his brother’s words…had he really been that mean to you?

His stomach churned, he didn’t ever want to be the reason you’re upset.

Dick spent the rest of the afternoon pouting, missing you more every time Jason threw a sloppily made sandwich at him.

—

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Donna nodded fervently, “It looks great on you, Dick’s going to lose his mind.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but thanks.” She grinned happily, pushing you towards your apartment.

“Text me when you get in!”

You wave her off, laughing as you walk up the stairs. As you came to a stop in front of your door, you sighed, tugging at the bottom of your dress awkwardly.

You pushed through the door, expecting to be met with Dick’s recent disinterest, but instead you find him sleeping on the couch.

You chastise yourself internally, upset for being relieved that you wouldn’t have to talk with him just yet.

“New dress?” Jason gravels from behind you. “It looks good.”

You send him a tight smile. “Thanks, Donna’s letting me borrow it.”

He shrugs, taking a sip from his mug. “Dick will be sorry he missed it.”

You’d end him a scandalized look, “Goodnight, Jason.”

“What, no thanks for taking care of your idiot boyfriend?”

“Hey, that idiot is your brother.”

He snorts, “Emphasis on idiot.”

You swat his arm, “Be nice.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” He huffs, following you into the bedroom. He shuts the door behind him, making you stare at him in confusion. “We need to talk.”

“Okay…” You trail off, looking at him with a concerned frown.

“Does he treat you okay?”

“What?” You reel back, jaw dropped slightly.

He shifts awkwardly, “I mean, is he nice to you? He was kind of…weird yesterday. I just want to make sure he isn’t messing this up.”

You stare at him, lips parted for a moment before snapping your mouth shut. You let a fake smile cross your lips, “Aww, do you actually care about your brother?”

He sends you a disgruntled look, “Whatever. Night.”

You sigh as he starts walking toward the window, “No, wait. I’m sorry, I just…he’s nice to me.”

He freezes, turning back to raise an eyebrow at you. “Just nice?”

You frown, “More than nice, usually. He’s just having a hard time right now.”

“You heard what he said last night?”

You pause, meeting his gaze. “That I’m clingy?” You scoff hollowly, “Yeah.”

Jason frowned, “He didn’t mean it.”

You send him a look, “Look, I’m tired, okay? You should go.”

“Really, he loves you…”

“Goodnight, Jason.”

“Night.” He crawls out your window, sending you one last frown as he goes.

You flop back onto the bed with a sigh.

At least you don’t have to deal with any of this until tomorrow.

—

Tomorrow came all too soon, as you woke up to Dick slipping into bed beside you. He tried to be as gentle as possible to not wake you up, but he had to move you across the bed so he could lay on his good leg.

You kept your breathing steady and your eyes shut as his arms wound around you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring soft I love yous against your skin as he fell back asleep.

You’re unable to take any comfort in this, due to his most recent actions. But eventually you fall asleep too, a frown marring your features as you try to understand Dick’s inconsistent behavior.

—

“Hey.” You woke up before Dick, slipping into the kitchen to make a late breakfast. He leans on the counter next to you as you make pancakes. “You weren’t in bed this morning.”

You shrug slightly, “I was hungry.”

“Oh, okay.” He nods, unsure what to say at your less than enthusiastic behavior. Maybe you’re just tired.

“You should sit, rest your leg.” He frowns but listens to you, sliding into a chair at the table. His eyes follow you as you walk around the kitchen, eventually setting a plate of pancakes and strawberries in front of him.

“Thanks.” His frown deepens as you just hum in reply. He forces himself to look down at his plate as he eats.

It’s quiet for a few minutes before you break the silence. “I was thinking of going into the office this afternoon. You seem to be getting around better and I think we’re both driving each other crazy with the close proximity.”

He flinches at the idea of you not wanting him around but he’s not sure what to say. “Oh, okay.”

You nod harshly, as if convincing yourself this is the best idea, and get up to wash the plates. Dick stares at your back, a devastated look covering his face.

You don’t look back at him.

—

“You messed up.”

Dick startled, turning to look at his youngest brother. “Usually,” he sighed, “but is there an instance in particular that you’re talking about?”

Damian scoffed, “You’ve lost your edge while being bedridden, anyone could sneak up on you and kill you.”

Dick blinked at the younger boy as he continued. “But I am talking about your girlfriend.” Dick flinched, grimacing at the idea of messing something up with you. “Todd told me what happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Clingy? I would not use that word to describe her affections, you on the other hand…are both willing to call her that and are clingy yourself.”

Dick’s eyes widened, his previous conversation from the other night coming back to him. He groaned, covering his face in his hands as Damian scoffed.

“Yes, you’ve made a terrible mistake. Fix this before she leaves you.” With those parting words, he crawled back out of the window, leaving his brother behind to worry.

You heard him? The idea sickened him, that he upset you.

He never should’ve called you clingy, you were just helping him. He was upset about being unable to do anything and he took it out on you. He needed to fix this.

But your earlier words mixed with Damian’s.

I think we’re both driving each other crazy with the close proximity.

Was he clingy? Did you need space?

Fix this before she leaves you.

His heart dropped into his stomach, an icy cold fear washing over him at the idea of you leaving him.

Maybe he needs to back off a bit and give you some space to breathe before you get sick of him entirely?

—

It was just before dinner time when you arrived back at the apartment you shared with Dick. You sighed, knowing you had to face him. You felt horrible about what you said earlier this morning, your stomach was in knots all day.

I think we’re both driving each other crazy with the close proximity.

You understand why he’s upset, maybe you were hovering too much. You decide to just give him some space rather than the cold shoulder.

You entered the apartment, the door closing behind you with a soft click. Dick raised his head from his spot on the couch, eyes widening when he saw you but his face quickly turned neutral.

“Hey, how was work?”

You shrug, setting your bags down. “Fine, we got a new printer.”

“That’s nice.” His voice was hesitant but you didn’t mention it.

You go to ask about his day but he’s already unpausing the tv, focusing on the screen intently.

You sigh inaudibly, heading towards the bedroom.

That went well.

—

If he wasn’t going insane before, he definitely was now.

It’s been five days since you started going back to the office and he misses you terribly. Every morning you leave, often without kissing him goodbye, and every night you return, barely speaking as you get ready for bed.

He’s not even sure if you’ve been eating since you leave before breakfast and come home after dinner.

He tried making a meal this afternoon, figuring it would be ready for when you get home. And that maybe you’d accept his peace offering so he could grovel for your forgiveness.

Unfortunately, he was out of the ingredients and would have to go to the store.

He sighed, finally using the crutches Dr. Thompkins had given him.

The store wasn’t far, only a two minute walk, and there’s no way he could drive.

The two minute walk quickly turned into five as he struggled weaving in and out of people.

Then it took him over an hour to get everything once he actually got to the store. He debated heading back immediately, but decided to stop and rest his leg for a minute—a bad call in a place like Gotham.

Before he could even open his eyes, one of the bags was being snatched from its spot beside him on the bench. He groaned, heading back into the store—because there’s no way he could catch up with the guy.

Damian’s right—he has lost his edge.

—

On the commute home from work, you had an epiphany.

You love Dick Grayson.

Obviously, this wasn’t news to you, you’ve been in love with him for quite a while now. But you’d forgotten just what that means.

You needed to talk to him, actually talk. If he doesn’t love you anymore, you need to know.

And if he does still love you, then you can tell him to get his act together.

You return to the apartment with new vigor, smiling widely as you enter the space. You call out to Dick, walking through the apartment as you search for him.

He’s not here.

Your chest burns, he wouldn’t leave on his own…maybe Jason is with him. But why wouldn’t he tell you he was leaving?

You shake your head, calling his phone. It doesn’t even ring—instead going straight to voicemail.

You spin, looking around the apartment.

No signs of a break in.

You try calling again, but are sent to voicemail once more.

Deciding to dial Jason’s phone instead, you wait with a bated breath for him to pick up.

“What?” He answers in the fourth ring. You ignore the sounds of gunfire in the background.

“It’s Dick, he’s not at the apartment. Is he with you?”

It’s quiet for a moment before he answers you, voice much clearer now. He must’ve gone to a different room.

“No, he’s not with me.” A pause. “I’ll tell Oracle.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go look for him.”

“Don’t. He wouldn’t want you going out this late. Especially not for him.”

You end the call, ignoring his warning as you pull on your coat, running out the door.

—

It takes you thirty minutes to find Dick Grayson.

Thirty terrible, horrible, gut-wrenching moments.

He turns around in surprise as you shout his name. His face softens as his eyes land on you.

“What are you doing?” He wraps his arms around you, ignoring how his crutches clatter to the floor.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?! You’re supposed to be home!” You squeeze him tighter and he can feel your heart racing in your chest.

“Hey, I’m okay.” He rubs your back. “Were you worried about me?” He can’t help the sick feeling of hope he feels at that.

“Of course I was worried, you oaf! My bedridden boyfriend was not in bed!”

He laughed at your pout, “I’m fine, I was just trying to make you dinner. But we didn’t have the ingredients.”

Your frown deepened, “We have food at home.”

He flushed, “I was trying to make your favorite…figured it might help you not be mad at me anymore.” His voice was sad and it made your heart clench.

“Oh, Dick. I wasn’t mad at you, I just thought you wanted space.”

He flinched, remembering his earlier words. He gripped you tighter, like he was scared to lose you if he let go. “You’re not clingy, I’m just an idiot. You were just trying to help and I couldn’t handle having you taking care of me. It’s my job to take care of you. I’m sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, shoulders finally relaxing. “You are an idiot. It’s both of our jobs to take care of of eachother. It’s not just a one way street.”

He nods, “So…are you going to talk to me again?”

“Are you going to be nice again?” You raise an eyebrow teasingly, but he knows you mean it.

He smiles softly, “Baby, I’m gonna treat you so nice, you’re never gonna want to let me go.”

You laugh, shoving your face into his chest to muffle the sound. “Did you just quote Pretty Woman?”

Dick hums, “You’re the only pretty woman I know of, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Whatever.” You lean down to pick up his crutches. “Can we go home now?”

“Yes, please. This was the worst shopping trip ever. You weren’t with me and I got robbed!”

“You got robbed?”

He groans, “Don’t tease me. I was distraught.”

“Well yeah, I’d be upset too if I got robbed.” You laughed lightly.

“No, I was upset because you were mad and that’s how he got the jump on me!”

You laughed harder at that, pressing a kiss to his frown. The corners of his lips tugged up but he quickly pushed them down again.

“I think you should try again.”

You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to his mouth, feeling him smile into it. He pulls back with a loud smack.

“I’m going to need so many kisses to make up for the ones I missed over the past week.” He turns to you very seriously. “Never leave me again.”

You snort, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you start walking again. “I won’t. Promise.”

He links your pinkies together, “Okay, now that that’s done, we need to make a blood pact just to be sure.”

“Dick!”

“I’m serious! I can’t take you being away any longer. You should work from home all the time. Actually, quit your job.”

“You still have to go into the office!”

“I’ll quit too! Bruce has enough money for us to never have to work.”

“Don’t tempt me, Grayson.”

He grins, “It’s a good idea! Plus, it’ll make the old man happy—he’s been trying to get me to accept money since he took me in.”

You rolled your eyes, hurrying ahead of him. “You’re gonna have to marry me before I quit my job.”

“Even better!” He rushed to keep up, crutches clacking against the ground. “We can do the blood pact at the ceremony. Make a whole day of it.”

You covered your ears but a smile made its way across your face.

You were just glad to have your boyfriend back.

Even if it would end in a blood pact.

October Prompt List

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I love the idea of Aerion being a loser for his wife. I will read it whenever its published. But Valarr will always be the OG pathetic loser husband! 🙂‍↕️✋️

A little idea for ITIMMWAU (OG edition), Aelias definately takes after his father, he misses his mother just as much. Reader probably went to meet her brother for two days, and now Baelor has to deal with two sulking princes. Valarr, who has gone back to staring at his locket during the council meetings, and Aelias, who disturbs the said council meeting every 10 minutes or so to ask his sire and grandsire if his mother is back yet.

Two Sleeps

Valarr Targaryen X Reader "ITIMMW AU"

Summary: In which your son misses you

WC: 3k

AN: Sorry for the late answer it was in my notes and i forgot i had it😭

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