hello! You can call me Nene; she/they | twenty | aroace + pansexual | aquarius | INFP | mixed race! ⚪️x🇲🇽 | starapple main ⭐️🍎! | history major 📚 🕯
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman - All Media Types, Gotham (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne, Hugo Strange & Bruce Wayne, Leslie Thompkins & Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon (DCU), Hugo Strange, Leslie Thompkins, Batfamily Members (DCU), Joker (DCU), Jerome Valeska, Harvey Dent, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen, Barbara Gordon
Additional Tags: Batman Played by Robert Pattinson, Bruce Wayne-centric, Arkham Asylum Patient Bruce Wayne, Hurt Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Has Mental Health Issues, Passively Suicidal Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska is Joker (DCU), Inspired by The Batman (Movie 2022), Post-The Batman (Movie 2022), Pre-Batman Bruce Wayne, Inspired by Gotham (TV), Worried Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth Tries to Be a Good Parent, Protective Alfred Pennyworth, Dead Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne, Protective Leslie Thompkins, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne Friendship, Protective Jim Gordon (DCU), Past Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Arkham Asylum is Terrible, Medical Torture, Medical Inaccuracies, Inspired by Nosferatu (2024), no beta we die like thomas and martha wayne, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Gotham City-Typical Violence (DCU), Self-Harm, Depressed Bruce Wayne, Creepy Hugo Strange, Oliver Queen & Bruce Wayne Friendship, Harvey Dent & Bruce Wayne Friendship, Vomiting, Minor Jim Gordon/Leslie Thompkins, Bruce Wayne Wump, naturalism - Freeform
Series: Part 2 of even bats cry
Summary:
His body stilled. The two flimsy wrist bands felt heavy in Damian's calloused hands. Everyone was just as entranced in horror over the two tiny little things in the youngest hands.
Two wristbands with the name Bruce Wayne, belonging to Arkham Asylum.
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Or,
Two times Bruce Wayne went to Arkham Asylum, and the time his kids found out.
I was wondering if I could please request Kung Lao x femalehuman!reader who is super shy and sweet and he falls for her instantly. Maybe he's visiting Earthrealm for some reason or another.. I'm sorry its not much to go off, I just need fluffy Lao. 😅🥰
No worries if not, thank you! 💕
BLUEBELLS RINGING!
kung lao x reader | sfw
CW! female reader, shy reader, opposites attract (introvert x extrovert), fluffy, love confession, kung lao is an idiot but he's trying, childhood friends to lovers, female fuji makes an appearance!
SUMMARY! You've always been so very shy and sweet to him as kids; Kung Lao couldn't help but fall so hard. So now that he's a warrior that's saved the world from destruction he's determined to conquer the one things he wants more than ever, to have your hand.
-> Thank you for requesting! This is so sweet! Let it be known I love tropes like this! <3
"Alright, I can do this!" Kung Lao pumped himself up, at least he tried to. His face was already going red at the thought of seeing you once again.
"Yeah, a really good job, Kung Lao." Raiden couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It was really funny to see Kung Lao so shy, but he was always like that when it came to you.
As children, you were always shy and cautious while Kung Lao was loud and rambunctious. Total opposites, but that didn't stop Kung Lao from falling for you.
Under that shy nature was a very smart girl who knew the ways around comfort and healing. Like the time Kung Lao hurt his knee really bad, and you helped nurse him back.
Kung Lao remembered the memory with both fondness and embarrassment. He was crying snot all over the place, but you also comforted him during that time. Soft words to him as you wrapped his wound while Raiden and his sister ran off to find an adult.
Kung Lao couldn't have felt more grateful.
Back then, he couldn't find it in himself to act right. Acting like a fool in his opinion.
Raiden's sister was always teasing him to no end, and Raiden just laughed before egging his sister not to stop. Nonetheless, Kung Lao felt humiliated.
Growing up, Kung Lao spent his time getting to know you despite his fuck ups. He loved you and wanted to be with you. A match made in heaven; two kids who could barely talk to one another. You were just shy, and Kung Lao couldn't get his heart to stop beating so hard against his chest.
Now, he was coming back to his village with flowers in his hands, bluebell flowers in a nice bouquet. He remembered it was one of your favorite flowers.
"Hey, welcome back." Fujin, Raiden's sister greeted you both. Always a little strange but always meant well. Her eyes, light, very light, almost like Liu Kang, went to the flowers.
She smiled, "For her?"
"Yes! I'm gonna...confess today." Kung Lao's face felt so very hot.
Fujin giggled, "Well, good luck."
She turned around and pointed blankly. On the path, there was you carrying a basket of what Kung Lao could see were herbs. You had become a healer, a doctor for the village. A really good one.
Just as beautiful as he remembered.
"Kung Lao, your hands with crush the flower stems." Raiden gently advised, patting Kung Lao's back.
"Oh. Thank you."
Fujin sighed, "Go ahead, lover boy."
Kung Lao nodded and went on his way. His feet seemed to drag, but he pressed on. Kung Lao stopped a little away as you rushed to your little abode, the place where you healed people.
He looked in from the doorway, flowers close to his chest, watching you place the basket of herbs down. Kung Lao felt so very crushed with the love in his heart.
He knocked.
You jumped and looked over with fear in your eyes, then calming when you realized it was him. A soft smile crossed your face with eyes swirling with stars and bubbles.
"Kung Lao, you're back."
That sweet voice. It was one he dreamed of every night, especially when he was away from here. Yes, he wanted to leave and explore the world, but not forever. He couldn't ever leave you.
Words felt stuck in his throat. Kung Lao fumbled on his words and pushed the flowers forward.
"For you..." He cringed at his own voice. It was high due to his nervousness. You blinked, and gingerly took them from his hands.
"Bluebells. My favorite." You smiled at him. Kung Lao felt weak in his knees. He adored the way your eyes sparkled at the flowers. "What's the occasion?"
Kung Lao couldn't help but laugh. Oblivious as always, but he loved that about you, even if it caused him stress at times. It was adorable to see you think about his actions towards you.
"Uh, now that I'm back from...Outworld...even if I may not be the champion..."
You cocked your head to the side, "Oh, yes, you participated in Mortal Kombat with Raiden. Kung Lao, are you fearing I won't happy that your not the champion?"
You had a sad expression.
Kung Lao was about to speak but you beat him to it.
"Silly boy, you know you don't need to get me flowers to be proud of you. The fact that Lord Liu Kang chose you as one of the contestants means a lot to me. Your hat is proof of it."
"It fits you."
Kung Lao felt his face grow very hot.
"No! That's not what the flowers are for!"
"They're not?" You tilted your head again at him.
You gasped when Kung Lao took hold of your hands, settling the flowers on your work table.
Your voice trembled, "Kung Lao? What are you doing?"
He swooned, brining your hands to his chest. "I'm coming to you with these flowers because now that I'm a warrior, a fit one that has defeated Titan Shang Tsung, the man who threaten to destroy this timeline, I can confess to you my feelings."
"I feel now that I'm worthy of you now."
Your heart was beating fast in your chest. Mind going miles a minuet at what Kung Lao was confessing.
"Confessing your feelings? That you're worthy of me? Kung Lao, I don't understand-"
Kung Lao shook his head, "You don't need to understand. You just need to listen to me, and how I feel about you."
You shut your lips with excitement in your chest, butterflies in your stomach.
"Since we were kids, since the time you helped me when I got injured, you've helped me. Since then, I've felt feelings for you, attraction to you. I wanted some excitement, to become a warrior to be worthy of protecting you, because any time I around you I felt my heart going to hard, and too sweaty."
"You've made me lose focus. Just seeing you, even when you were being shy, you made my knees weak just upon seeing you."
"I come to you now as someone who's helped Lord Liu Kang save the world, this timeline, a true warrior with honor. I come to you with these flowers to ask you for your heart."
You were speechless. Eyes wide in shock over Kung Lao's very heartfelt words. His feelings? To ask for your heart.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is...." Kung Lao breathed in and out heavily, "I love you."
There were a few moments of silence, Kung Lao with his eyes closed, he heard you crying. His head perked up fast to see you crying.
"Did I upset you?!" So unlike him, but Kung Lao wouldn't dare to upset you. He couldn't. It would utterly break him.
"No! You're silly! I just didn't think you would like someone like me." You sobbed, head leaning down to look at the floor. Tears falling from your eyes and onto the floor.
Kung Lao scoffed, bringing you closer to him.
You gasped in surprise.
"You wouldn't love you?! You're the best thing to happen to me! I love you, and always will."
Kung Lao took off his hat, his endearing eyes glittering with so much adoration. You felt just as weak in the knees as him.
"Do you accept me?" Kung Lao asked shakily, his hand holding both yours in such a meaningful way.
You laughed through a soft sob, "Hm, yes, Kung Lao."
Kung Lao gasped as you embraced him, and he did so as well. He rubbed your back as you sobbed with happiness.
Kung Lao felt his heart so full and happy. You felt full in your heart. Like two halves of a heart finally sewn together to make a beating heart once again.
The bluebells were blooming in happiness in the sun from the open window.
CW! female reader, chubby/plus-sized reader!, self-indulgent post, hurt-comfort, body image issues, suggestive content, body worship (Rafayel), mentions of committing murder (Sylus), maybe medical inaccuracies (Zayne), fluff galore, drabbles for each, mentions of stretchmarks (zayne & rafayel), fatshaming (Xavier & Sylus), pre-boom (Caleb), implications of an eating disorder (Caleb)
Summary! You've always felt bad about your body, in fact, hated it more than anything. How could you ever be good enough for him? You didn't need to ask or worry about any of that. He loved you just as you are, and will prove that to you no matter what.
XAVIER
"You need to lose some weight" had always been something you'd heard growing up. Then the societal standards of how you should look made you look at yourself, your body, in a negative light.
Spiraled this time because of a comment when you and Xavier went out for a date. For once, you felt like dressing in something that showed off your body.
Just when Xavier left to use the bathroom, you were subjected to those familiar words.
"You need to lose some weight, Missy. Especially for an outfit like that. You shouldn't even be wearing that..." You started to tune them out, or, well, trying to. Already found yourself trying to cover up your body with your arms. The person only found themselves trying to poke further.
Even mentioning Xavier.
"Looking like this? Don't you think he deserves someone skinnier?"
Tears pricked your eyes dangerously. You needed to hide it from Xavier. From not just worrying him, but also for the life of this person, despite the cruel words.
"Just leave me alone...." They eventually would. Found yourself in the corner waiting for Xavier. You felt so uncomfortable now. So conscious of how each curve and pudginess poked out.
What on earth made you so attractive to the man you called your boyfriend? The love your life?
When Xavier did come back, you asked him for the hoodie he wore.
"I'm just cold." It was spring, so it wasn't so strange that you asked. Like a bright puppy, Xavier gladly gave you his hoodie to wear. Although he was a little concerned watching you completely covering up the outfit you so proudly showed him.
He didn't want to believe you felt some bad feelings about your body.
For the entirety of the date you kept the hoodie on, even if the sun was out and making you feel warm.
Even if you were sweaty or hot you just kept the hoodie on to hide your body from the world. Even from Xavier. How could he love you when you looked like this?
He deserved better than you.
"Starlight, aren't you hot?"
"Xavi, you asked me that already!"
The heat was getting to you. The frown on Xavier's face made you sure your flock was falling.
Xavier softly sighed and grabbed your hand. "Hey, did something happen?"
He perked his head watching your expression turn into something he could only describe as panic.
"No."
"Starlight, i know when your lying."
Xavier smiled softly. His thumb caressed your knuckles gently.
"We can talk about it when we get home."
"Huh?" He dropped it right then, but then again you'd be alone with him. Face with taking off the hoodie in front of him to reveal a body you were less than happy with.
"Okay, sounds good."
You acted as if Xavier couldn't see the obvious strain in both your voice but also the tension in your entire body.
When you did get home it would be an understatement to say walked to the bathroom. No, you ran to it.
Xavier didn't say a thing and just followed you. Knocking on the door lightly.
"Starlight," he paused and sighing. "Come out of there. I want to see you."
From behind the door you pulled at the hoodie to reveal the outfit underneath. Just from sitting the pudginess poking out more than ever. Your mouth trembled in response.
"No! I can't." You broke easily for him. You could accept that he knew you weren't feeling okay.
"Can you tell me why?" Xavier's voice was softer than ever. No doubt his hand on the door awaiting for you to unlock the door so he could come in.
"Y'know," Xavier's voice made you know he was smiling. "I thought you were very pretty today. You looked so happy but when I got back from the bathroom you were upset."
He was frowning again. "Let me in please. To see you."
How could you refuse him when he asked like that? Curse his bunny-looking face.
Opening the door with the hoodie zipper up again. Xavier's face flickered with emotion.
"I-" Before you could utter another word Xavier's arms were around you with a firm grip. Speechless at his actions and even sooner his words.
"Your the most beautiful thing on this planet, no in this entire universe you are the most beautiful thing to ever exist."
"You can't possibly me that. Look at me-"
"I am looking." His fingers moved to the zipper and tugged it down. You made no movement to stop him. "And all I see is the darling Starlight that I love."
You broke down in tears, and he allowed you to settle your face inside his chest. Xavier held you dearly, like fragile glass, like you would go away.
"Don't listen to anyone else's opinions, not even mine. You're the most beautiful creature in this universe, and never forget that."
ZAYNE
It wasn't strange for Zayne to see you naked, not only your boyfriend but also your doctor.
Your own shame over your body persisted despite his words about how he looked was completely fine, but for you, it never would be.
Especially, when before sex, which you two planned tonight, you felt you couldn't now. Not with the new mark on your body that ruined everything. Making you feel more ugly than you already are.
A body part with a long stretch of skin that was stretched.
It looked utterly disgusting in your eyes.
The lingerie you chose to wear tonight feels so ugly to wear now. Soiled by your own body.
Tears were forming in your eyes, covering your mouth at the feeling in your throat, and burning in your eyes. Everything was blurry as you sat on the bathroom floor, crying silently.
Trying so hard to hide your cries from Zayne.
He didn't need to worry. This was on you, and he didn't deserve to see you when you looked like this. Zayne deserved better than this.
"Darling, are you alright? You've been in there for quite a while." Zayne knocked on the door gently. Even from behind the door, he could hear the way your voice hitched.
"May I come in?"
There was no point in keeping him out. He'd see your body anyway, no matter the circumstance. He's a doctor, he'd have to. You just let out a soft okay, stepping out of the way so he could enter the bathroom.
The door opened to reveal Zayne with worry evident in his eyes. He surveyed you and how you stood in the corner. His eyes tightened at the sight.
Your hands moved to hide the stretch mark on your body. Tears were brimming in your eyes and were threatening to spill out.
Nothing needed to be said for Zayne to get what was happening.
"Darling, come here." He opened a hand to you.
Rejection came with the swerve of your head. Your face deepened with disgust towards yourself. Such filth shouldn't be touched by someone so beautiful and graceful.
Zayne took a step forward. You let him and didn't avoid him.
Unexpectedly, he lowered himself onto his knees.
"Zayne, what are you doing? Get up!" Frantically, you pulled at his forearm, but he stood still like a marble statue.
"I will not. Not before I cherish and show just how much I love you, all of you." His arm wrapped around your thighs with firm fingers around flesh. His thumb was caressing the stretch mark so gently and sweetly.
Your voice hitched with an oncoming sob. "Zayne, stop. Please."
"That is one request I'll have to deny you, my dear." His cheek against your thigh, and once again, tracing the stretch mark with his finger.
"This is normal. You know that, don't you?" He spoke methodically. Zayne kept his grip and traced your skin. "These marks are normal, and to me they are the most gorgeous thing in the world to me."
Looking up at you with complete adortion in his eyes. A soft smile upon his lips, kissing your naked hipbone so sweetly, treating you like you were glass. Something beautiful to be taken care of.
"No matter how many times you forget that I'll remind you over and over."
Tears dropped from your eyes. Arms wrapped around his neck as Zayne stood up to embrace you into his arms. Kissing your forehead and stroking your back.
RAFAYEL
"Cutie! Are you done?" Rafayel called out loudly from his studio. Sounds of things being moved around in the studio for you to model for him.
He was the artist, and you were his muse, his inspiration.
In moments like this, you could never understand how on earth you could be his muse, his inspiration. Not when you looked like...well, you.
Rafayel had given you a form-fitting dress that was flowy and beautiful. Silky pink looked nice against your skin tone. It was a pretty dress. It's just that to you, it looked wrong on you.
You knew how Rafayel could be.
His eyes were smart in catching what he found was beautiful. In part, you felt his eyes may be lying to him when he looked at you. What about you was so beautiful to him? Surely those eyes of his were lying.
"Cutie?" His voice was more confused. His hand knocked against the door softly. "Does the dress not fit?"
"No," Your voice was shaky. "It fits fine."
Maybe too well.
To well that every insecurity was peaking out.
It was silent for a moment before a soft noise came closer to the bathroom door. "Cutie, what's wrong?"
Rafayel knocked on the door with his voice uncharacteristically soft and worried. It sounded off, and you didn't like it one bit.
"It's nothing.." Your eyes were beginning to well up with tears. You settled on the floor, holding the curves that showed through the silky dress.
"Baby, Cutie, come on, let me in." His voice was too soft for you.
You couldn't leave him out there when he sounded like that. Rafayel was too sweet for you to do that to him. So you unlocked the door hearing it click open. Sitting on the toilet lid with a somber expression.
Rafayel's expressed was down, but you saw how his eyes sparkled when finally laying eyes on you,
"Absolutely glamorous."
"Don't lie." Bitterly, you grumbled.
A loud noise followed; Rafayel falling to his knees and crawling to you. Almost immediately your face erupted with heat.
"What are you doing?!" You exclaimed as his fingers pushed onto your plush thighs and gripping. Kissing both of your knees sweetly.
"Worshipping my reason, my beautiful muse...and it's quite insulting you'd think I'd lie about finding you beautiful." Rafayel's cheek rubbed against your knee, pressing another kiss to it. "Utterly insulting, Cutie."
Your lips wobbled in response to his words.
"This part, and this..." Rafayel pointed to every curve and body part. On his knees giving a kiss to each part of naked skin. His hands curved over every part that was covered by silk.
"Look at me cutie."
Nervously you raised your head eyes meeting his.
"Does it look like I would ever lie to you, Cutie." In between your legs looking up at you like a goddess statue. "Never in my life would I ever do that to you."
"The eyes of Lemuria will always be able to see beauty, and one of the most beautiful things in the world is right in front of me."
Tears bursted out from your eyes. Rafayel kissed them away holding you in his lap on the bathroom floor. In that silk dress feeling his hands move throughout your body and up it.
Clinging to him and listening to his artistic words that only aimed to praise you like you were pretty pearls.
You've never felt so very loved in your life.
SYLUS
At an auction with him always brought the anxieties to you, always going down to your stomach and up to your throat.
If Sylus saw it he never mentioned it.
You knew he knew. In little ways he comforted you, like gripping your waist, or linking your fingers. A soft kiss to your forehead or rubbing small circles into your back.
It felt too good for you, as in Sylus was too good for you. Like a man like Sylus deserved someone that wasn't, well, you.
You felt like all eyes were on you.
"I'll be back, Kitten. This will just be a moment." Sylus patted your head softly before moving to a meeting room with other high standing officials, especially those who lived in the 109 Zone.
You were left alone by yourself in a crowd of people.
Sitting alone awaiting for him as to not feeling comfortable amongst these people who were way more confident, and in your words, more desirable than you.
"Are you sure you belong here?" A woman's voice spoke with inquiry and malice. A true look for a model she was. You weren't, because of course you weren't.
You didn't say a word. In your hand was Sylus's card and you just kept it to your person.
"I don't want to be rude, but I think that dress doesn't fit you. In fact, it's really fitted for someone with your...uh, stature."
You wish you could be a duck. A duck that lets things slip off your back, but it seems that won't happen, and it won't ever happen. You simply ignored her.
"Hey, listen when I'm talking to you." Your arm was pulled from the chair. A sound echoed in the darkness, but no one seemed to notice or care for the disturbance.
"Leave me alone!" You whisked her hand off your arm. The woman scoffed and pinched you. Glaring hard at the woman, just as she went grab a hold of your waist. Instincts called; hand going to the slit in your dress to acquire you gun.
Straight into her face.
"Get the hell away from me."
She listened, disturbance on her face, but none of that erased the swelling of anxiety and hurt in your tummy. Words running through your head wildly.
Luckily for you there was an outside area away from everyone. There was very few people out there, just two people very spaced out for you talking to one another. They made no distinction that they knew you were there.
You were left to sit on a marble bench, watching how your stomach was pushed out as you sat. Your tummy hurts at the sight. Hand still on that black card, shaking still.
Then you heard your phone ring. Shuffling out of your bag, you found Sylus texting you to ask where you were. You quickly texted him and went back to brooding.
It was a few more moments before hearing his heavy footsteps on the grass. You avoided eye contact with him finding the grass somehow more interesting.
"Sweetie," His voice deep and velvety, like it always is, "It's rather cold out here."
His jacket is on your shoulders. Sylus sat with you, and his gaze caught your arm. It looked swollen. He took hold of it gently.
"What happened, my sweetness?"
Leveling your gaze had told him it all. The way you positioned your body, angling it so he couldn't see how your body rolled. Sylus softly sighed, eyes hardened.
"Would you like me to get rid of the person who both hurt your skin, but also your heart? Putting all those thoughts into that pretty brain of yours." Sylus whispered into your ear. Thumb caressed the swollen skin gently, pressing a soft kiss to it.
"No, Sylus, you don't need to do that!"
"Hm, I ask you why, sweetie, especially when you look so distressed. No such thoughts about your person should wake in your mind." Right then, you found yourself in his lap. A small squeak erupted from your throat, seeing how his hands drifted across your waist and settling his open palms on your tummy.
Flushed hot on your cheeks. Sylus nuzzled his head into the back of your neck.
"Sweetie, do let me show you how much those people's words do not matter."
"Sylus, please, my body isn't-"
"Do listen to me. I'm a man who knows what he wants, and it's you that I want, Sweetie."
Tears erupted from your eyes. Body turned around to hug his neck. His warm hands rubbing up the skirt of your dress. A small noise came from your throat.
"Sylus, we're in public."
"Shush, sweetness. Let the world examine my choice and see the gem that I see."
Dear lord, you've felt loved in his arms. Crimson eyes watching everything look upon you and him. His glare was looking for the people who had scornful looks at you, but shied away because no one would dare to defy him.
CALEB
You've watched Caleb grow up into the man he is today. It made sense that Caleb was surrounded with people who were just as hot, and just as worthy as him. To have him that is.
You on the other hand, in your opinion, didn't deserve to be with Caleb.
With the way your body has developed you didn't feel worthy of a beauty that was Caleb. It didn't help that Caleb didn't waste his talent of cooking, because he loved doing so for you.
His very way of life, and that was taking care of you.
With him away, you were able to enact a way to make yourself worthy of him. However, you still ached for his cooking, him taking care of you. Whether or not you'd like to deny it, you enjoyed his touch and care.
And it being Caleb he always knew.
Grandma Josephine probably told him. She would see how you avoided food. Overworking yourself. Heart always in the possibility of overriding itself because of your carelessness.
Being Caleb he would always confront you with it.
"Pips, what's going on with you?"
His voice is soft when coming into your room. Place devoid of a mess, and you are sitting on the floor looking drained. You opened your mouth but Caleb beat you to saying anything.
"Don't try to hide from me, Pops. C'mon, tell me what's wrong." He sat with you on the floor. His eyes were full of worry. Large hand taking yours gently and holding it.
You couldn't hide anything from him, and most likely, Caleb wouldn't let this one go.
"Granny says you aren't eating. You need to eat Pips." His eyes sparkled in a way that told you he had an idea. Since growing and maturing into a young woman you've gained a certain perception of your body.
Even if you didn't say anything it didn't mean that Caleb didn't know.
Because of course he did.
You pulled your knees up and glared at the floor. "My body...it isn't pretty enough..." For you.
Caleb sighed before turning to his side and pulling you into him. Your breath hitched in response. Holding on to his clothes as his hands rubbed your shoulders, drawing small circles into your back.
"Baby," You shivered at that name. How long had it been since you two came to the conclusion of these feelings? How long would you two ignore them? "Don't say things like that."
His fingers overlapped with yours. The palms of his fingers gently pressed into your skin.
"Look at me."
You looked at him with hesitation. Caleb made no qualms about it and just went on the merry way of holding you. Thank the gods the door was closed. Who knows what Josephine would say with him holding you like this.
"Caleb, what are you doing?"
"Holding you."
"Hm."
You hummed to yourself. Indulging in his beloved touch like a puppy wanting to be noticed by its new owner. Hoping they are it's only owner.
"You're pretty, baby. So very pretty to me, Baby. It kills me that you think you aren't pretty. Can I show that you are?"
You nodded; you never could say no to him when he looked at you like that. You acted like a puppy. Right now, his eyes were literal puppy eyes. Like an anaconda he gripped tight onto you. His hands curving down every curve.
"I love touching you, Pips. Always."
You liked it when he touched you, too. But you'd never admit now, at least not yet.
"No matter where or who I'll always go for you. No matter what you look like, Pips. So please, eat."
hi vannie i hope youre having an awesome day!! i'd like to request some headcanons or a drabble of lads men x reader (or only caleb if all five is too much!) who's chubby and never got any love letters or confessions growing up, so on one hand they dont have to fight anyone off but on the other reader doesn't believe she's pretty or desirable, and when they confess she gets upset thinking he's doing it out of pity or taking a joke too far, and just hurt/comfort <3
you're my favorite lads fluff/comfort author and i love all your works!! even if you don't write this tysm for everything you have written!!!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x chubby fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ hurt/comfort! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚ohhh, this one was so sweet :((( i'm not going to lie, i might have projected my own insecurities here and there, and i wish we could all be happy and feel worthy of love regardless of how we look like! one can only dream ( ˶•ᴖ•) !! anyway, how are we feeling about the new headers/dividers? i had such a blast making them, i hope you like them! ♡
your life had been quite… uneventful, or at least when it came to the romance department.
no suitors, no boyfriends, no flirty dms or flattering comments on your posts.
of course, you didn't need the approval to feel worthy of something beautiful and lasting, but it still sucked watching every other girl get praised and loved while you remained unseen.
in a way, it helped you make true friends; ones you could trust would never develop feelings that made things awkward.
it also helped you recognize genuine compliments and those that came out of pity.
however, it made you doubt yourself tremendously.
if someone stared at you in public, you automatically assumed it was because they were judging you, and not because they were admiring your appearance.
if someone said you were very attractive, you thought they were part of a bet or a cruel joke.
you tried not to judge that quickly, but time and different experiences made you realize that, at least in this lifetime, you weren't meant to be worshiped and adored like the other girls.
and you were starting to accept that fact, until a certain someone decided to flip your world upside down by doing the unthinkable.
genuinely liking you.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
caleb was the perfect definition of the “guy next door;” helpful, handsome, charming, and kind.
he was every girl's dream, and, you couldn't lie, you felt flustered every time he helped you carry boxes or whenever he took care of your flowers in the morning since he left earlier.
you would also catch glimpses of him shirtless whenever he worked out with his window open, or when he went on his early runs.
of course, he was way out of your league (or at least that's what your brain constantly repeated).
he was a kind guy, presumably raised right by his mama, with a huge heart and puppy-like energy; you were almost certain he was just as nice and helpful to everyone else.
however, you failed to notice his burning-red ears whenever he talked to you, or that satisfied glint in his eyes when you acknowledged his presence.
he offered you rides, he came by to offer meals or to ask for sugar, he offered to babysit your pets…
and it wasn't because he was kind and sweet.
in fact, the other neighbors thought he was a bit distant and aloof, but with you, he was total sunshine.
and you didn't notice.
it didn't even cross your mind that it could be the case, and if it was, maybe it was out of pity.
perhaps he was one of those guys who liked to “fix” people and adopt those who were lonely or outcasts, and, in all honesty, you refused to be an experiment or a charity case.
one sunny day, as you came back home from grocery shopping, caleb was suspiciously close to your door, waiting with a huge grin and sweaty, sunlit skin.
“need help with that, gorgeous?” he offered as always, to which you hesitated.
his eagerness confused you.
“it's fine, caleb. but thank you so much,” you gave him a soft smile and opened your door.
he stayed close, hair clinging to his forehead, bare muscles glistening.
he had been exercising before you came.
“hmm… whatever you say, doll,” he stepped back, though his eyes remained glued to your moving form, even when you came back to retrieve the last bags.
he decided to finally approach, standing behind you so closely that you could feel his chest warming up your back.
“may i ask a question, angel?”
you froze in place, eyes going slightly wide.
he was too close.
too close.
you turned your head around to meet his gaze, his tangerine scent mixed with a manly, yet not unpleasant, musk invading your senses.
“uh… yeah, go ahead,” you nodded softly, gripping the shopping bags.
caleb's eyes softened as he smiled warmly, tilting his head just enough to seem curious.
“why do you keep avoidin' me?”
and you inhaled sharply, taken aback by the question.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
he noticed.
“i… uh, i don't know what you're talking about,” you whispered, your voice coming out a bit shaky.
he chuckled gently, his hand reaching out to softly fix your hair before falling to his side again.
“you don't have to lie to me, doll,” he whispered. “i just wanna know why.”
you took a step back, confused and slightly embarrassed.
but he was right.
you didn't have to lie.
“caleb, i… you don't have to be nice to me, you know?” you cautiously began, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “i'm sure you're genuinely caring and kind, but i… i feel like you're also doing it out of pity. and i don't need that.”
his chest tightened at your words.
kindness?
pity…?
he stepped back, his sunset-like eyes darkening ever so slightly.
“huh,” he nodded quietly, processing and tasting the bitterness in your words. “so you think that's what i'm doin'...”
you sighed heavily.
“caleb, please. i'm so… so grateful for your help and everything you've done for me as a neighbor, but i truly, truly don't need to feel like… you know, a charity case,” you mumbled. “i mean, if i thought you were doing it to be my friend, i would gladly accept it, but i've heard people saying that it looks as if…”
you trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
it was way too crazy of a rumor either way.
“as if what?” he approached again, leaning down until his face was right in front of yours. “as if i liked you? as if i wanted you?”
you nodded again, your eyes going a bit wide.
he looked down at your lips before looking into your eyes again.
“you don't think that might be the case, gorgeous?” he whispered softly.
you froze.
you didn't know how to answer.
“let me tell you somethin',” he began, his voice turning softer. “i've never pitied you. not once, angel. i don't think i ever could.”
you swallowed loudly, your lips parting slightly.
“if anythin', i've been sufferin' for months,” he whispered, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath brushing against your lips. “because i've wanted you, angel. wanted you bad. wanted to take that frown away from your pretty face.”
you inhaled sharply, turning around fully to face him properly.
what the hell was he talking about?
his eyes were glowing with something… intense; something you've seen before, but never directed at you.
attraction?
lust?
…love?
“been wantin' to take care of you, to please you, to be close. to see that pretty smile, to feel that flushed skin under my fingers…” one of his hands gently cupped your cheek, all while his eyes darkened. “because i like you.”
then, his thumb brushed your bottom lip softly, as you didn't seem to reject his touch.
“does that sound like pity to you, doll?” he whispered, his voice laced with genuine warmth and a hint of hurt and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe you considered his flirting a mere act of kindness.
“i… how can you like me?” you whispered all of a sudden, your heart acting before your brain could catch up. “how can you be so sure you… you find me attractive and this isn't just to feel like a savior or something? because guys like you don't simply like girls like me, and i'm sure there are plenty of other girls that— hmph!”
your rant was rudely interrupted by a kiss; a desperate kiss that made time stop.
he grunted and groaned against your lips, his eyes closed so tightly as if he were restraining himself from kissing you harder.
he was desperate; so, so needy for a kiss…
a kiss girls like you never usually received, yet you were experiencing it right in front of your doorway.
his arms coiled around your torso, pulling you impossibly closer, all while your brain still tried to process the turn of events.
when he pulled back, he panted against your lips, licking the remains of your taste with hunger.
still, his grip was gentle, his eyes were warm and sincere.
“i'll show it to you, yeah?” caleb mumbled. “don't care how, but i'll get through to ya', angel. you'll be convinced by the end of the week that i want to make you happy, and that i wanna be the man by your side.”
with a last, lingering kiss on your cheek, he pulled back. he grabbed the remaining shopping bags and carried them into your living room before you could.
“see you tonight, gorgeous,” he called out once he returned, rubbing his palms together. “call me if you need anythin' at all.”
just like that, he crossed the street and went home, leaving you standing there, looking absolutely wrecked and stupid.
he looked serious, he sounded serious…
so he had to be serious, no?
your walls were still up and strong, but… this guy jumped over them with ease, like they weren't even there.
seven days were enough for you to determine how eager and serious he was, so… giving him a chance wouldn't be so bad, would it?~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
rafayel was the kind of guy one could only date in books or romance novels.
he was unapproachable, charmingly mysterious, the kind of guy who told you everything about him if you asked him to, yet didn't reveal a single genuine fact.
not to mention he was very, very handsome, tall, and rich; which wasn't the most important thing, but it did add to his allure.
you met him in the most random way possible, when he entered your workplace and begged you to help him hide from a group of foreign photographers.
naturally, you did, and from then on, you had a new friend visiting you every single day.
a friend, nothing more.
as the months progressed, both rafayel and you became very comfortable with each other, so much so that you started frequenting his house, and he crashed at yours whenever he pleased.
things would get a little bit physical, too, but nothing that could be easily misinterpreted.
for example, raffy loved hugging you, poking your cheeks, or even resting against your shoulder, and you let it happen because he would whine otherwise.
he would also say you were very pretty and drawable; that your body type had been worshipped for centuries, and he totally understood why, but, once again, you assumed he was just saying poetic shit to make you feel less insecure, and it didn't really resonate.
you lived in a modern era, and in this modern era, you were looked at as if you were a dead bug.
one night, as you were peacefully making dinner, rafayel came in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a huge smile that always led to trouble.
“so, my dearest dear to ever dear…” he began, slowly walking towards you. “would you do me a teeny tiny favor?”
you sighed heavily, stirring the stew with a wooden spoon and a dejected expression.
“what is it this time, raffy?”
he clapped in delight, arms coiling around you from behind, head nuzzling yours over and over.
“i swear you won't regret it! but, uh, you might want to finish that quickly, cutie. we're going to spend a lot of time at my place tonight. pronto.”
and, without much choice, you obeyed, trying to rush with the stew to let it cool down before leaving with rafayel.
back at his house, you immediately noticed the blank canvas and the brushes, all carefully placed as he always did before starting a new piece.
the lights were dimmed, and he became a little tornado of blue and purple, moving around and lighting strategically placed candles.
what the hell was going on?
“uh, rafayel…?”
he just turned to you and smiled softly, arching an eyebrow.
“patience, patience,” he stepped back to contemplate the layout, nodding in satisfaction. “now, my muse… i need you to undress.”
your eyes went immediately wide, hands clutching your sweater.
“excuse me?”
he tilted his head and soon smiled.
“oh, it's not what you think, silly! i just want to paint you,” he offered his hands. “buuuut, since i knew you'd get shy on me, i got a gorgeous white robe. you'll look like a goddess.”
you, however, stepped back.
no, no, and no.
“i'm sorry, there's no way, rafayel. i'm not— i'm not showing off my body like that!”
his expression fell, and his lips pouted ever so slightly.
“why not? i promise i won't do anything funny! i just had this… surge, this vision the moment i laid my eyes on you, and now that i have the inspiration, i really want you to be my muse.”
muse.
you?
yeah, right.
you huffed and grabbed your bag, brows knitted together.
it had to be a sick joke; maybe he'd sell the painting with a nasty title, or post it online for everyone to mock you.
you angrily walked to the door, tears streaming down your face.
he frantically followed, his eyes wide open.
“wait, my dear!” his hand quickly found your shoulder. “oh! i'm sorry… did i make you feel uncomfortable? i know i should've asked first, but i wanted this session to feel natural!”
“session?” you mumbled. “you call this a session or a humiliation ritual? what are you intending to do, rafayel? sell that painting for everyone to laugh at my body? or do you think fucking painting me naked will make you look like a body-positive artist to be praised by the masses?”
the words came out like venomous tides, each one drowning rafayel more and more, because they weren't true at all, yet you didn't even give him time to retaliate.
you were already twisting the knob when he suddenly gasped.
“i'm in love with you!”
the words echoed loudly in the silent studio.
rafayel didn't mean to say it like that…
actually, he didn't mean to say it at all.
not yet, at least.
your fingers froze in place, yet you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and face him.
“i… i love you. i am attracted to you. everything about you is… is worth capturing,” he whispered.
after some seconds of sheer silence, he continued.
“that painting would've been mine, mine alone. something beautiful to look at when you weren't around. something… beautiful to look at when i was in need of inspiration. something beautiful to just admire and cherish.”
you remained still, simply listening to his shifting, his ragged breathing, the flickering candles behind you, your own heartbeat.
“and if you deem me capable of such… atrocities, then i guess i haven't been clear enough,” his shoes clicked against the floor the closer he approached your trembling frame. “but i truly think you're breathtaking. the most beautiful woman i've ever seen in my life.”
you finally turned around to face him, cheeks glossy, lips parted.
“don't… please, don't do that,” you whimpered.
he, however, kept walking, his palms now pressing against your waist with the utmost care.
“don't do what, my dearest? tell the truth?”
“no… no, you're lying just— just because you know i've never had someone say those things to me. and i don't need your pity, rafayel, i don't!” you pushed him away, yet he barely moved.
that's when he grabbed your wrists softly, pulling you closer.
“do i look like a saint, hmmm?” his forehead met yours, making your breathing hitch. “that i go around doing favors, opening up my heart just because? because if that was the case, my studio would be filled with thousands of portraits of all of those poor souls i chose to save.”
you stared into his eyes, trying to find any hint of deceit or foolery.
“but i don't want to paint you to prove a point. i want to paint you to relish your body, to feed my desires, to satisfy my needs,” his smile turned bigger, charmingly predatory in a way that didn't seem creepy. “i selfishly want to enjoy every crevice and curve, to drown myself in you… or in what you'll allow me to have.”
your knees went weak, legs trembling as his fingers traced your wrists.
“so… if being my muse really makes you uncomfortable, i'll understand. but i won't stop telling you how beautiful you are, and i won't stop trying to get you to believe me.”
you stared at him, dumbfounded.
was this real?
was he really confessing his feelings?
your trembling hands slowly moved up to his chest, fingers curling around his shirt.
“i— i can't trust this… i can't,” you mumbled. “i can try, but—”
he pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering there.
“that's more than enough for me,” he assured you. “in the meantime… i'll save space for all of the paintings i'll make of you, my muse. one day, hopefully, you'll see yourself with the same adoration i do.”
and those words sounded distant; impossible, even.
yet he spoke with a conviction and a determination he didn't even use at work or in other serious matters.
a tiny flicker of hope ignited inside of you, and, if he kept trying, maybe it would burn as bright as the candles surrounding your close, almost intimate forms.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
becoming sylus' acquaintance wasn't as hard as one would think, or perhaps you got incredibly lucky.
he said you were lovely after he heard some of your bad jokes in a bar, and from then on, you had a huge and mysterious friend, a mechanical crow following you, and two crackheads spamming you with texts every day.
needless to say, you knew right away he was way out of your league.
he was hot as hell, tall, incredibly smart, rich, handsome, patient, gentle—
simply perfect.
and if you couldn't even get the attention of mere mortals, getting sylus' would be, undoubtedly, impossible.
so, to keep your own mind at peace, you decided to enjoy the friendship while it lasted, never once focusing on the what ifs or surreal scenarios.
so far, it worked out perfectly, but he made it a bit challenging whenever he acted too gentlemanly or way too nice.
for example, he took you on expensive outings, cooked dinner for you, or suddenly surprised you with gorgeous bouquets.
again, to protect your peace of mind, you chose to believe he was being kind and attentive, as the old-fashioned man he was.
a man like him wouldn't possibly like someone like you, so fantasizing was basically useless and self-sabotaging at this point.
however, when you thought you were strong enough not to get any ideas, this wonder of a man decided to take you on a trip; just the two of you.
restaurants, stores, bars, luxurious suites… separate, of course, gifts; everything you could possibly ask for, he'd provide.
you wanted to know why, naturally. friendships didn't usually involve this, but he'd just say you were special, and he wanted to do something worthy of your attention.
but the days went by, and sylus got closer, and closer, until one fateful night, you went back inside your hotel room and found a gorgeous dress in your size, as well as shoes and jewelry over your bed.
what was the meaning of this?
your hands trembled slightly as you picked up a small letter from over your pillow, immediately recognizing his handwriting.
it was an invitation to the rooftop bar in two hours.
your body and mind protested; what if the dress didn't fit? what if you looked like you were trying too hard, even when he was the one who bought the outfit for you? what was he trying to achieve?
in that instant, all of the thoughts you were trying to suppress finally broke through the barrier, bringing with them ugly, catastrophic ideas.
what if this was a bet?
what if this was his plan all along?
what if he decided to mock you for ever believing you were worthy of this level of attention, especially coming from a man like him?
your chest felt heavy, your eyes blurry.
you couldn't go.
you wouldn't go.
you locked yourself inside the bathroom and closed your eyes, wishing the hours could go by quicker, faster. that he wouldn't knock on your door, that he wouldn't text you, asking where you were.
on one hand, you had no reason to believe he would mock you. he had been very generous this entire time, and he never expected anything in return.
but, on the other hand, your brain couldn't process the fact that a man like him would take you out on a date, because this whole ordeal surely had to be one.
the sky outside grew darker, your hands were shaking, and your phone rang outside the bathroom.
once, twice.
then, silence.
five minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
“no, no, go away,” you mumbled repeatedly, hoping he would leave or think you'd fallen asleep.
but that wasn't the case, and when you heard his voice, you just couldn't ignore him anymore.
you stood up and took a deep breath before approaching the door, opening it with caution.
sylus was right there, looking absolutely dashing in his black suit and slicked-back hair. his crimson eyes softened almost immediately upon seeing you, a warm palm finding your cheek.
“sweetheart, what happened?” he quietly asked, concerned. “are you alright?”
“i— i'm fine,” you lied, looking down at your feet. “i just… didn't feel like going, i'm sorry.”
“no, something's bothering you,” he insisted, gently tilting your chin up. “talk to me.”
his patience was unbearable; how could someone like him care so much for someone like you?
before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out of your mouth, shaky and weak.
“why are you doing this, sylus?”
he blinked, confused.
his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“doing what, sweetie?”
“this! everything! whatever this… this is!” you gestured around wildly, stepping away from him. “the… the clothes, the shopping, the gifts!”
he studied your expression, his own softening immediately.
he understood where you were coming from, he could taste your pain and uncertainty from afar.
“because i want to,” he simply said, his voice calm and low.
“but why? what do you get out of this?” you rubbed your temples, genuinely distressed and confused.
he stepped closer, almost as if approaching a wounded animal, and leaned down so he could reach your level.
“you, hopefully.”
the entire world fell silent.
your eyes went wide, your head cocked to the side, your lips forming a perfect “o”.
“sy… you're not— this isn't funny…” you mumbled, shaking your head. “are you doing this because you feel sorry for me? are you? that must be it. that has to be it!”
yet his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer, making you gasp.
“i like you. i thought i had shown my interest the first day we met,” he softly said.
and if he recalled correctly, not only did he say you were lovely, but his voice was more like a purr than a casual compliment.
and, on top of that, sylus isn't one to praise strangers.
…and he paid for your bill, too.
your cheeks felt immediately hot, and you looked away.
“i— i didn't know! i don't like to assume, because… because—” your words died down as he gently held your cheeks.
“because you don't see yourself the way i see you,” he whispered.
your chest felt tighter than before, your hands holding onto his wrists.
“but… but look at you,” you protested, weakly pointing at him, then at yourself. “and look at me.”
“oh, i've been looking at you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his eyes going up and down your entire body. “trust me.”
your breath hitched, your stomach twisting in knots.
“but—”
“unless you don't want this, i'm not letting you go,” he whispered, his gaze falling to your lips.
“sylus, i…”
“are you rejecting me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “it's okay if you wish to, but i need a proper answer.”
you hesitated.
you wanted him, but your insecurities were louder than your desires.
he noticed, of course, so he tilted your chin up.
“may i kiss you?” he asked, softly brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.
your heart was beating so hard, you thought you would pass out.
against all odds, your answer came out weak and shy.
“...yes.”
and before you could blink, his lips were on yours, hands pulling you closer.
your hands shyly traveled to his chest, wrinkling his perfectly ironed suit.
his tongue brushed against your lips, gently asking for permission, and you couldn't help but grant him access.
his hands moved down to your waist, squeezing softly as he pulled away.
“still unsure?” he asked, his lips brushing yours. “you can reject me.”
you shook your head, averting your gaze.
“good,” he whispered, pulling away completely. “now, go change into the dress i bought you. i've waited long enough to take you out on a proper date.”
“...okay,” you whispered, nodding shyly.
he grinned, pressing another kiss to your forehead before leaving.
“i'll be waiting for you outside, sweetheart.”
and he left, leaving you alone with your racing mind.
you had nothing to lose… or well, maybe some hours of your time if the date sucked, but other than that, you deserved to give yourself a chance, and today was the day to do so.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
xavier was an enigma.
you've seen him around a lot, and while he's charming in his own way, he didn't really… talk.
he was unreadable, really, and you thought that could be because he didn't know you back then, but now that you —somehow— became friends, nothing changed at all.
he was often considerate, yes, attentive, unintentionally funny, and surprisingly cuddly, especially after long days.
your days next to him could either be quiet and slow, or unpredictable and fun, and it slowly became a precious friendship you didn't expect, but treasured deeply.
now, the problem came when he started giving you… mixed signals.
he would blush if you caught him staring, he would nuzzle against your body unprompted, almost like a shy and unsure cat around his favorite human, and he would also become protective of you whenever you two went out.
your most vulnerable side told yourself it was just a kind gesture; something friends did.
but there was this tiny, hopeful voice bugging you; one you hadn't heard since you were very, very young, when having crushes and fantasizing was very normal.
what if he felt something for you?
…but how possible was that?
yeah, he was a bit hard to get to know, and he had just a few friends, but he was still undeniably attractive and very kind to strangers.
people looked at him, women looked at him, guys looked at him; he was simply charming and had eyes that could make someone sell their soul without hesitation.
and that, to you, meant that he was absolutely out of your reach, even when his actions confused you.
as the months progressed, he didn't get any better. he slept on your bed because, according to him, it made him rest better, and, recently, he'd started taking your hand while walking outside.
things felt more intimate, no matter how hard you tried not to think that way and make assumptions that could, potentially, ruin everything.
but he'd give guys nasty looks if they stared at you, and he'd pull you closer to his side, fingers intertwined with yours.
your heart was melting, but your brain was on fire.
what the hell was he doing, and why?
was he protecting you from the judgmental looks of others?
was it because he cared a lot, or out of pity?
you were going insane.
one night, you both came to your place to watch a movie and share some snacks. there was some tension in the air, since xavier had scared the shit out of a man who had been staring at you.
you didn't know how to react, quite frankly, especially not since xavier's hands had held your waist on the way home, refusing to let go of you.
when you sat down, he was looking down at his hands, while you awkwardly turned the tv on.
“so, about that,” you began, clearing your throat. “i… appreciate the gesture, xav. it was very nice of you to protect me.”
he perked up, those pretty eyes meeting yours through his eyelashes.
“but, uh…” you mumbled, your breath catching. “it's fine. i mean, it's not fine, but i've been dealing with judgmental looks all of my life. confronting them won't change their mindsets.”
xavier grunted in acknowledgment, before averting his eyes again.
“he wasn't judging you,” he whispered. “he was eating you up with his gaze.”
you sighed and smiled softly, shaking your head.
“i highly doubt that, xavi.”
he suddenly looked up again, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.
after a brief pause, he finally spoke.
“you don't know how gorgeous you are, do you?”
…
your heart briefly stopped before beating faster than ever. you parted your lips to speak, but only a humorless, awkward chuckle escaped your mouth.
“what… what are you saying, xavier? that's not true.”
he moved closer to you, until his scent wrapped around you like a thick, impossible-to-ignore blanket.
“have i ever lied to you?”
“xavier—”
“have i?” he insisted, leaning in so that you couldn't possibly avert your gaze.
you swallowed thickly, clenching your hands.
“xavier, please. stop,” you mumbled. “if this is your attempt to make me feel better, it isn't working. knowing that men stare at me with… god knows what intentions doesn't make me feel desired or better about myself.”
he leaned back, his head tilting to the right. his eyes darkened just enough for you to notice.
“is that what you think i'm trying to do? making up the way men look at you, and protecting you out of pity?”
you wrapped your arms around your torso and nodded your head, making yourself smaller.
a flash of blond hair rushed towards you, and before you knew it, you were pinned down on the sofa, his body weight on top of yours.
some of his soft strands fell over your forehead, and his nose brushed against yours.
“you don't understand,” he whispered, palms pressed beside your head.
you managed a small gasp, your body freezing under him.
“w-what don't i understand?” you whispered shakily.
he looked down at your lips, then your body, and then up at you again.
“i won't let anyone else take you away from me,” he closed his eyes when he nuzzled your neck, taking in your scent. “i don't want anyone else looking at you the way i do.”
“xavier, no one is—!”
“they are, because you're gorgeous, and easy to love,” he quickly interjected, pulling back to look into your eyes.
your lips parted again, but no words came out.
you were speechless.
he was… jealous?
like, genuinely jealous and scared of other people liking you, when that had been a very rare occurrence?
but why?
“don't make me say it,” he mumbled against your skin, once again hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
you, surprising yourself, lifted your hands to cup his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze.
“say what, xavier?” you mumbled, needing to know the reason, needing your brain to stop rambling and for his words to make sense.
he sighed deeply, looking away for a second, before meeting your eyes again.
“…that i'm in love with you.”
lies.
he had to be lying.
you closed your eyes and shook your head, but his lips met yours in a desperate, needy kiss, as if it had a message to convey, or a point to get across without room for doubt.
his hands held your wrists gently, pinning them above your head, while his lips moved against yours.
he was pouring his feelings into this kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
and god, you wanted to give in, but your insecurities were louder, and you pulled away, breathing heavily.
“xavier,” you whimpered, your brows furrowing.
“no, please,” he whispered against your lips, eyes half-lidded. “please, i can show it to you better than words ever could… only if you allow me to.”
however, you looked around and then back at him with a troubled expression.
this had been too sudden, too surprising. you weren't even sure of your own feelings, or if this would ever work out.
xavier, upon sensing your concerns, gently backed up and kissed your cheek reverently.
“not today if you don't want to,” he quietly added. “but i'll wait for you.”
your mind was still racing with thoughts, both good and bad.
but yet again, as xavier said, he'd never once lied to you.
he was very straightforward with his words, even when his feelings weren't clear to anyone but himself.
however, he left it very clear what his intentions were, and if he was willing to wait for you to make up your mind and… finally listen to that pesky little voice of hope deep inside your heart, then you'd grant him the benefit of the doubt.
so, with a soft and almost imperceptible nod, you allowed him to show you what no one else had before, no matter how enigmatic or unsure the path ahead seemed.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
the day he confessed his feelings, you felt as if you had stepped inside a different timeline.
it was sudden; slow, gentle, seemingly genuine, but ultimately shocking.
him; the doctor.
the role model with a perfectly constructed life, with many nurses and researchers going after his not-so-little butt, and with a face that could make the angels swoon…
in love with you.
needless to say, you went out of the cafeteria in a matter of seconds, utterly convinced he was playing with you.
he had to be.
maybe he saw you as an experiment; maybe he saw the “potential”.
maybe he was doing research on how many months it would take for a doctor like him to change your appearance completely against your will, all while using psychological tactics.
…okay, maybe that was a reach.
but it was still way more possible than him just being attracted to you.
so, as one does, you ignored him for days; not even bothering to pick up his calls or answer his texts.
your brain was wise, your mind was trying to protect you based on your past experiences or rather lack thereof, and you trusted your gut a hundred percent.
on the other hand, zayne was heartbroken.
he had built up the courage to open up his heart, to reschedule some appointments to have an entire evening just for you, and he had also taken you to his favorite café in town.
however, he knew you had run away because of your insecurities and thoughts, and not really because you were appalled by him.
or well, so he hoped.
he respected your decision after trying to reach out whenever he had free time, understanding you needed to process everything and come to terms with your thoughts.
but it was hard; it was the hardest thing he had ever had to deal with in his life.
when a week went by, you tried to put some distance between the two of you.
though you didn't expect to actually run into him as you went inside your favorite cat café.
there he was, kneeling down to caress a fluffy, fat black cat who was still asleep; otherwise, his hand would've been slapped away.
you froze in place, staring at him with wide eyes.
he, perceptive as always, met your gaze, his own eyes mimicking yours.
ten seconds went by in sheer silence, and you gathered the courage to turn around and flee, only for zayne to quickly run behind you, reaching out with something you hadn't heard in his voice before.
desperation.
“please… please, wait,” he called out, the cold air hitting his face the more he stepped towards you.
both of you faced each other, chests going up and down, lips parted to let out little clouds of air.
“may i talk to you?” he quietly asked, his gaze tender yet urgent. you averted your gaze, hands hidden inside your pockets.
your silence and stillness were enough of an answer, so he proceeded, his tone becoming softer.
“i did not mean to upset you,” zayne began. “i… i am aware we have been acquaintances for less than a year, but that day i deemed it appropriate to voice my feelings.”
you remained quiet before whispering.
“why?”
his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“come again?”
“why me? why? how or when did you realize you… you liked me?” you mumbled, pressing your nails against your palms, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to keep you from revealing your biggest insecurities.
his eyes softened, and he gently reached out to pull your hands out of your pockets and into his.
“you are everything.”
his hands were cold, but his touch was warm. his fingers squeezed yours, gently rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.
his eyes met yours, unwavering and sincere.
“you are kind, compassionate, and thoughtful. you make me laugh, you make me feel… at ease. and i find you breathtakingly beautiful.”
your breath hitched, your cheeks burning hot.
“i cannot think of a specific date, but i do remember feeling… abnormal flutters in my chest when you kissed my cheek on my birthday.”
you gasped softly.
that had been months ago.
“zayne…” you mumbled. for a moment, the icy walls around you started to melt under his warmth.
however, you came back to your senses when your mind started to replay all of the dismissals, the jokes, the judgmental comments, the disdain, all directed at you and your body.
you pulled your hands away and turned around, not yet leaving, but ready to if the situation became more vulnerable for you.
“you… you might be confusing sympathy with attraction, zayne,” you whispered. “it is your job to save people, and, subconsciously, you might be trying to… save me by being merciful.”
zayne froze, his hands trembling slightly before he clenched them into fists.
“...i do believe myself capable of discerning between desire and compassion,” he stated, his voice gentle but firm. “and i can assure you, what i feel is not pity, nor is it a way to feel better about myself.”
he stepped closer, his breath visible in the cold air between the two of you.
“i have felt unworthy of affection my entire life,” he suddenly admitted, reaching out to fix your coat with his slender fingers. “so i do understand why you would doubt my sincerity. however, i would like a chance to prove my honesty.”
“unworthy of affection…? but zayne, you're… you're you! you're perfect! have you not seen yourself?” you frowned, tilting your head.
how could he not see himself?
how could he not recognize that other people could find him absolutely easy to love?
how could—
…then it hit you.
you couldn't see yourself nor understand your worth either.
he offered a faint smile, the tips of his ears going red.
“perfect is not the word i would use, flower,” he whispered.
your heart fluttered at the pet name and how natural it sounded coming from his lips.
“but i, however, would use it to describe you. you are perfect in every way; there is not a day i spend without thinking about you, or… well,” he blinked quickly, fixing his glasses again, as if it were a nervous habit of his. “or without planning dates for when i finally clear up my schedule.”
your eyes widened, your knees feeling weak.
“dates?”
he nodded and stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you two.
“dates,” he confirmed. “if you would grant me the honor.”
could you…?
could you really accept and give him the chance he was asking for?
your lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.
zayne patiently waited, his hazel eyes never leaving yours.
you already knew how he felt about you, since he was very clear the day he confessed, and by accepting, you would be entertaining the idea of seeing how things progressed.
just when he thought you would reject him, you nodded.
zayne's breath hitched, his lips curling into the softest smile you had ever seen.
“thank you,” he whispered, gently taking your hand in his once more, pressing his lips against your knuckles, sending a shiver down your spine. “thank you, flower.”
you giggled nervously, your entire body feeling warm despite the cold weather.
“shall we go back inside?” you asked, glancing back at the cat café.
he nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours as he guided you back, his thumb gently caressing yours.
the black cat he was petting earlier was up and about, rubbing against the chairs.
zayne helped you out of your coat, his skin flushed, but his hands steady.
he was serious about proving his point, and, by now, the fog blurring your mind had dissipated.
he wasn't a man who would deliberately lie or play with your time, given he barely had time for himself.
and while you still had some doubts that wouldn't just disappear overnight, your previous… wild misconceptions about the man you called perfect without even noticing melted like ice against warm skin.~
I’m currently figuring out what comes next for part 5. Given my current track record right now I can assume next month or after next month is when the part 5 will come out!
It all depends on how much I’m willing to work on it until my attention wants to be elsewhere. I do promise to try to get it out soon! Part 5 for my sanity isn’t gonna be very long but it is lore packed, specifically for Rogue! Reader, Kurt, and Bruce!
can u please please please please pretty please write something for nightwolf x reader? please im starving over here 😭😭
SOFT AS SILK!
nightwolf x reader | sfw
CW! gn reader, night wolf is called by grey cloud or grey, fluff, night wolf is exasperated but he loves you so its fine, domestic, romantic leaning, established relationship,
SUMMARY! You couldn't help but noticed just how long and soft Grey Cloud's hair was. It was only a matter of time until you asked if you could braid his hair.
-> I'm doing quite well! I hope you are as well! Thank you for the request! I'm always happy to do more nightwolf!
It was silent, if not for the goodness of nature running through the forest. Grey Cloud sits in the grass with the spirits of nature all around him.
A gentle smile on his face that only grew slightly when he heard your voice from behind.
"Grey!" There you were, running towards him with that infectious smile of yours. Despite his stoic nature, Grey Cloud was always happy to see you.
He moved his legs to make room for you to lay your arms and head onto his lap. Looking up at him with those bright eyes of yours.
"Hello, dearest." His hands linked with yours, kissing your knuckles. It wasn't very often he showed affection so blatantly, so it always made your ears burn with heat.
"What brings you here?" His hands adjusted your sweater to protect you more from the breeze coming through. Those same fingers are brushing against your forehead softly.
Grey was always so very gentle with his affection.
It became silent with you two, both enjoying nature in silence with one another. Hands linked together like two souls forever connected.
Looking back up to him from his lap and watching his hair flowing in the wind. Eyes sparkling at how shiny it was, moving in the breeze. It was so very pretty to watch.
Fingers ached to catch a feel.
They have before, like the one time Grey was busy and asked you to brush his hair. It felt heavenly on your fingers.
You longed to feel the strands between your fingers. Grey Cloud always looked glorious.
You knew his hair was very important to his culture, especially when it came to those who could touch it. You didn't want to overstep. That was always so very important to you when it came to Grey Wolf.
"Is something on your mind, dearest?" Grey was looking down with you, his brow perked up. You could already imagine his exasperated expression if you finally told him what you wanted.
Might as well.
"Grey," You propped yourself up by putting your hands on the earth, picking yourself up. Bright eyes facing him, "Can I braid your hair?"
Grey Cloud blinked at you before smiling, "Is that all?"
"Hm?"
"I'm happy you asked, dearest." Helping you up gently so that you wouldn't fall on your face. Joining him criss cross apple sauce on the grass and this time he laid his head on your lap.
"Go ahead."
"Are you sure?"
Grey sighed, taking off his headpiece to lay in his lap. "If I didn't want you to touch my hair then I would have said no. It's alright, my dear."
Your heart fluttered at his words.
You smiled, and took his hair into your hands, strands going into two bundles. Content, Grey Cloud closed his eyes with a small smile. Feeling refreshed as your fingers brushed out his hair.
Twisting the hair between fingers gently into a braid.
Your eyes sparkled watching the braid come together so seamlessly. All that time practicing with yarn and also Cassie Cage volunteering helped. You were doing a good job considering Grey Cloud looked very peaceful.
The nature around you two echoed in bliss.
Conveniently, you had two hair ties in your pocket, so you tied it off. You did the same with the other bundle of hair. It was a little off centered but to you it made no difference,
Grey Cloud sighed softly opening his eyes when you softly patted his shoulder.
"What do you think?" You asked a bit timidly. Holding up your phone with the camera open facing him. Grey turned to get a look at the braids you'd done.
One was a little bigger than the other, and some strands were peaking out, but it didn't seem to matter to Grey Cloud.
His large and warm hand pulled the back of your head to his lips, pressing a kiss upon your forehead.
"It's perfect." Soft he whispered.
"Really? It's a little messy." You mumbled, looking up at him, trying to make yourself small.
A soft, rare laugh, like the trees. A playful laugh the two shared. "It's your expression of love to me. It's proof of your love, my dear." Another kiss to your temple.
"Hm," You hummed to yourself before asking quietly, "Could I braid it another time?"
Grey Cloud lightly slapped you on the shoulder, playfully, "You're a strange one. Of course you can."
The leaves in the trees ruffled in the breeze, like they were clapping, singing in agreement. The animals watched with bright eyes. They all joined in the peacefulness of the environment.
You all, Grey Cloud and you felt content with one another.
CW! gn reader, headcannons, domestic, lil hurt with Caleb, other than that crack and fluff galore
SUMMARY! What it's like playing Minecraft with them!
->On my monthly Minecraft obsession with Calvin and Bizzle, so I thought about writing something silly and easy
XAVIER
-> Playing with him can be both relaxing and utterly infuriating
-> Mostly because of how good at it he is, but on the other hand it's relaxing because its a way for you two to relax after being hunters
-> Xavier is just as a good of a minecrrafter as he is a hunter. Throughout his long life he's explored many things, and he's proven he's an excellent hunter no matter the circumstances
-> Easily defeats the ender dragon without an ounce of a struggle
->Like the gentleman he is will always come back to you with numbers of blocks to build a home inside the Minecraft world
->For a bit of nostalgia, you've named it Philos. Its sweet as you and him rebuild Philos inside the game
-> it's more peaceful of game, and you two feel just as connected when fighting mobs and making a home in a fanciful world.
ZAYNE
-> You first got him into it as children, and since then he hasn't had time to play, but together now, there is time
->Zayne has found joy in the alchemy parts of the game, enjoying making potions
-> Imagine you and Zayne spend most of the time making a beautiful home filled of flowers, and chests full of potions.
-> The nether is stripped of its roots and soul sand and instead in the overworld being grown by you and Zayne
-> It's a nice place for Zayne to feel at ease, and with you, playing with you is very comforting for him
RAFAYEL
-> Conquests on conquests for wool, clay, diamonds, and gold. All the ores in this little world you've created together
-> Rafayel makes it his mission to create beautiful buildings, making the nether portal very dramatic, one of those people to build an enderman in flowers holding said portal
-> It's you defeating monsters and collecting resources while Rafayel is the one collecting flowers and making the house.
-> Though, who are you kidding, you enjoy making the houses and buildings just as much as him, even to the point of kidnapping villagers to create a village governed by you two
-> It gets so bad that either Talia or Thomas need to pull you out before you both miss out on your jobs and deadlines
SYLUS
-> To some, Sylus may be good at the game, but it's a lot funnier if he's just really bad at it
-> Luke and Kieran play it all the time, and he still isn't that good at it, then you come along being just so much better at it than him.
-> As family, you four create a world where Luke and Kieran cause chaos, burning down villages, and it only makes sense that you join.
->Sylus watches confused. He's left to make the house, and he makes a good enough effort.
-> Despite his reservations, he finds the game relaxing, and its given him a new side to you, especially when you start implementing mods that makes the game even harder
-> Sylus greatly greets these new sides and tries to be better at a game he's just terrible at
CALEB
-> It only makes sense that as kids you and Caleb made a world and have kept it ever since
-> Full of memories of playing with one another; chaos incarnate, and buildings galore. Bunch of wolves, good armor, an empire in this world
-> So when Caleb was presumed dead, it was quite hard to look in that world, because it was just so many memories. You built a statue of his player character as a way of honoring him
-> You and Caleb were rather competitive with another; like who could make the best house or who could kill the most mobs
-> As adults its the same; just as competitive and just as enjoyable expanding the world you two had created as children
hi I was wondering if in your rogue series if your going to make her more southern (like saying sugar and have a ascent?). And will gambit be a possible love interest? Also if the reader grows up and marries gambit, can you make it that they adopt Becca, I find it so funny to think that Bruce and the rest of the family finds out she’s fighting on the x-men. And they go to confront her, well reader is talking about how they never truly cared, Becca walks in like “mom I threw up again”. And the batfam is like shocked, because when did she get married and have kids. Anyways that what I was thinking!! Can’t wait to see what you do with the series !!
Hello! I’m glad you’re enjoying the series and I love these thoughts yours!
On the topic of rouge!reader being more southern I do plan for her to use sugar when she becomes more confident! Dunno if I made it clear but rouge!reader has grown up in Gotham so I imagine her accent is a lot different but I can always work around that! Like her mama even being southern herself! Personally think it gives a good contrast! Maybe then rogue!reader will feel more comfortable showing more of her southern qualities beside gotham/new jersey qualities!
So far and probably Gambit will be the only love interest for rouge!reader. I’m not that open to putting her with anyone else (especially magneto ew).
Now on Becca, I’m not familiar with her at all, or know about her. a lot of my x-men exposure has been through the live action movies and the original x-men cartoon from 97 (haven’t seen the new show either). So I had to look her up and I am willing to write her if I do find the correct comics to read to learn more about her! Most likely yes rogue!reader will marry gambit, and having a kid will provide a lot of healing for rouge!reader. Becca also seems to have an interesting character trait of struggling with her identity which I do think pairs nicely with rouge! Reader’s character.
I also really like your image of bat family eventually finding out. It’ll cause them more whiplash than ever at the thought that rogue! Reader has grown so very much to the point that she’s married and has a kid. It’s adds perspectives!
ultimately the thesis of absolute martian manhunter is that you should quit your job in law enforcement and spend your time doing amateur sociology instead. with aliens
Can you write a fluff about Kuai Liang, Bi-han, and Smoke(seperately, if you want to do all three) about a male/gender neutral reader, who is basically mother nature, like their moods affect the grass(if they're happy, flowers bloom & vise versa) and they can speak to animals... If you want to, of course 🤗
BUDDING BLOSSOMS!
lin kuei x reader | sfw
CW! gn reader, headcannons, drabbles, scorpion! kuai liang, subzero! bi-han, fluff, romantic or platonic leaning,
SUMMARY! Since meeting you the weather always changes, they see its connected when you get particularly excited.
-> yes of course! Thank you for the request!
BI-HAN
He first noticed your ability the first time you'd be accepted into the Lin Kuei, flowers blooming even in the winter
You were so happy. The grass and flowers grow despite Bi-Han's hard exterior.
He always felt pride knowing his actions made you move the earth
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Bi-Han did his business as grandmaster, being stern as always. Always being able to put the fear into the people of the Lin Kuei.
“Grandmaster!”
His head turned to you in the garden.
“Look at this pretty kitty I found!” A white cat in your arms looking at you with adoring eyes. The leaves above you all moved. They bounced as if they were alive.
You were now in front of his to clearly show the cat to him. “He says hello.”
The cat’s eyes narrowed and meowed. “Oh, don’t be like that!” The leaves above blew. There was no breeze but they still moved.
“Where?” Bi-Han asked.
“I’m so glad you asked!” You carried on. He watched and listened to the earth and how it moved as you talked. Brightly to him and only him.
The rest of the Lin Kuei watched interested. Not many caught the grandmaster’s eyes unlike you.
Bi-Han, they swear they might have shat their pants, smiled slightly at you. Content in watching the earth move with your lovely emotions.
KUAI LIANG
Kuai Liang is very delighted with you and how your powers work
He’s always interested in your conversations with the animals and the movement of the earth
He’ll always be there to be invested in your feelings
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"What else do they say?" Kuai Liang was genuinely intrigued by what the bunnies could have possibly said to you. His adoration extended to the blooming of flowers around you both.
Multiple bunnies are surrounding you in the wintery grass. A bright smile on your faces.
"Oh, yes! Bao is mad because Silas stole his food." You had given all the bunnies names, and they loved you. One even nuzzling its nose at your thigh, which caught your attention,
You giggled, " Lulu wants to sit on your lap."
Kuai Liang smiled, "Give her here."
His heart swelled when the grass against his legs moved as if you smiled brightly, picking up the rabbit and placing her onto Kuai Liang's lap.
"Aw, so cute. Even has your hair." Patted his head, your happiness clear with your laughs and the blooming of flowers and the moving of grass throughout the entire garden. "Like twins."
Kuai Liang dusted a single petal off your head with a sincere smile, "I guess so."
TOMAS VRBADA
Tomas feels especially welcomed by you
Within the Lin Kuei, and with you, he knows he is welcomed when he sees the flowers bloom and the leaves move
He feels content with you, completely
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He'd come back from a mission with Bi-Han and Kuai Liang, and unfortunately, he was still faced with Bi-Han's harsh words.
He felt horrible, but it didn't matter because he saw the flowers in the garden bloom. They opened and moved on their stems in excitement.
"Tomas! You're back!" Animals of all kinds, birds, bunnies. And mice followed you.
Tomas gladly accepted the hug you gave him. Felt the breeze become so very peaceful, a nice feel of cold over his naked skin.
"Look, I made a flower crown!" Even with their stems separated from the roots, they still moved when in your hands. Tomas smiled and lowered his head so that you could place the crown upon his head.
"Did you grow them yourself?"
"Yeah! Aren't they pretty!"
"Very pretty."
Tomas went with you into the garden with you in high spirits. Holding the animals and feeling the grass with bare skin. Tomas relished the soft feeling of nature and how it moved gleefully.
You moved the earth with happiness because you enjoyed his presence.
