#slight angst

[midnightcrw]

When are you going to have kids?

Pairing: Husband! Leon S. Kennedy x Wife! Reader

Summary: No matter what you do, people keep asking you when you're going to have a child, and it's starting to take its toll.

a/n: This is about RE: Requiem Leon, as I'm currently obsessed with it. The reader is around the same age as Leon. This is very self-indulgent, I posted the reason for it as well.

It was always the same thing.

No matter how old you were, whenever you got a boyfriend or when you got married, the same questions would always come up.

"Do you want kids?"

"When are you going to have kids?"

"Why don't you want kids?"

The questions were so tiring that you could have started banging your head against the wall. It was as if the things you had accomplished didn't matter, or as if your choice over your own body needed to be given a reason for.

Ever since you were a teenager, you had known that you didn't want children. It's not that you despise them, you just don't want any.

And for some reason, nobody understands that.

Even your family and friends started asking when you were going to have a baby with your husband, as if having children were the only reason for getting married.

Slowly, it was starting to get to you.

Wherever you looked, there were babies with their happy parents, enjoying themselves, while you felt like there was something wrong with you.

Why can't you just be like them? Why can't you just want a child and make Leon happy?

Sometimes you'd catch yourself looking in the mirror and pulling your top up slightly to see what you'd look like pregnant - would that make you more desirable?

It's not like your husband doesn't love you. He does. In fact, he loves you very much.

Not a day went by without him complimenting you and showing you affection, but maybe it was all just an act. Perhaps he was just waiting for you to give in, and maybe he had changed his mind after all.

Before you got married, you made sure to have all kinds of talks. Especially when it came to having kids, and you were both glad to be seeing eye to eye. You had no interest in having children and just wanted to enjoy each other's presence.

But each day you were getting more and more exhausted. Sometimes you were so exhausted that you wouldn't even be able to respond, and you would find yourself ignoring others. Inside your mind, questions were giving you a headache.

And today... Today was horrible.

Everyone knows that Leon S. Kennedy is married to you. Yes, the golden boy of DSO is married to a failed agent who stepped down because she was foolish enough to get injured years ago. Now she's too afraid to start again as an agent - how pathetic.

Back then, you and Leon were one of the most talked-about agents. You were selfless, caring, smart and strong. While Leon's reputation improved, yours worsened simply because you gave up and took a desk job at DSO.

And if there's one person who hates you, it's Blaire - currently one of the best agents around, who has also been on missions with your husband.

No matter what time of day, she would find a way to ruin it for you. She would come into your office cubicle just to wind you up, and she was really good at it.

Today, however, her words hit you particularly hard, as you clearly remembered the moment, even though hours had passed.

You heard a knock on your cubicle, and that's how it started.

Turning around and looking behind your shoulder for a second to catch a quick glimpse, and after seeing that it was Blaire, you moved your head forward again to focus on the documents you were reading.

A couple of seconds passed, and you started to feel uncomfortable because you could feel her staring at you.

Huffing quietly, the blonde woman pulled out a spare chair and sat down beside you. She crossed her right leg over her left as she leaned back in the chair.

"Still boring as ever." she said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear as you curled your right hand tightly around your pen.

You couldn't focus on the words in the document. "Leon and I were on a mission. DSO booked us a really nice place to stay."

You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and turning your chair around to make eye contact with her.

Blaire is a beautiful woman - that's a fact. She has long blonde hair, seductive green eyes, plump lips, and curves that could make anyone turn around to stare.

You're usually not the jealous type either. If your husband is that easy to have, they can have him. But you knew he only wanted you, and he was very vocal about his dislike of her.

You and your husband know that she wants him, following him wherever he goes. Coming way too close to him, putting a hand on his arm while he steps away with a glare.

But you were vulnerable. Having already been worrying a lot lately, she definitely managed to pick the worst possible day to make you worry even more.

"He's quite handsome, you know." She smirked as she leaned forward, never taking her eyes off you as you gripped the chair's handle tightly, your nails digging into it, while she continued, "A husband like that would surely make a woman want to stay in bed with him. It's surprising that you two still don't have a kid."

She giggled in a grating way that made you wince. "Or maybe he's disgusted to be with you." She looked you up and down, and you unconsciously leaned back to make yourself look smaller.

"You know," she said, abruptly leaning closer to you so that you couldn't move away from her breath on your face. "If you don't give him a child, someone else surely will." With that, she stood up and smiled at you - though it was definitely not a kind smile - and finally left.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and reached into your handbag for the small mirror you always carried with you.

Looking at your reflection, you started to feel a heavy feeling in your chest and a tightening in your throat.

There are so many other women who are more attractive than you, and you still don't understand how he could have chosen you out of everyone.

You had wrinkles, and grey hairs were starting to appear as time passed.

Back then, you looked forward to getting older and seeing what you would look like in the future. Now, however, you can barely stand to look at yourself.

'Does Leon even like looking at me?' You asked yourself this throughout your shift, grinding your teeth together whenever you felt close to tears.

Being at home was good, you were able to relax a bit - but you soon realised that there was no escape.

Your mind was jumping to stupid conclusions, making it seem as if something was wrong. You could just lie in bed staring at the wall, hoping to finally fall asleep.

Hours passed, however, and rest never came, until you heard the door open and there he was, Leon.

He'd had a meeting today - an exhausting one, as you could see from the tired look in his eyes - but seeing you still awake made him raise an eyebrow.

"Couldn't sleep, baby?" he asked softly. His voice gave you goosebumps, as it always did, and he slowly took off his clothes to get into bed.

You forced a small smile, happy that it was dark enough for him not to notice. "I was thinking about the documents from work. Difficult case."

He nodded in understanding. Having finally taken his clothes off, he was now only in sweatpants. He lay down next to you in bed and turned around to face you.

"Workaholic," he whispered jokingly, getting a quiet laugh out of you. You gave him a soft slap on the chest, and he let out a fake sound of pain.

"You've taken worse hits," you said, he smiled lazily at you before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss on your forehead, making you relax a bit.

"You're quite strong," he responded, making you roll your eyes at him while he slowly leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss against your lips.

It started out softly, with only a chaste kiss on the lips at first, as if you were the most delicate thing, scared to hurt you. But once you moved your lips, Leon put a hand around your waist and pulled you tighter against him, and you started making out.

You didn't always have the time to enjoy each other's company, so on nights like this, you wanted to spend every second together.

When your husband bit your bottom lip, you gasped softly into his mouth as his tongue entered your mouth, pulling you even closer until you were lying on top of him.

Moving your legs to straddle his waist, you laid your hands on his chest, while he rested one hand on your waist and moved the other to the nightstand.

In the quiet room, all that could be heard were the quiet noises of you two kissing, followed by the sound of a wrapper as Leon started ripping it open.

You'd usually be excited, it's not like you didn't want him - you did, badly. But all you could hear were Blaire's voice and everyone asking why you weren't pregnant yet.

So, you slowly placed a hand on Leon's hand, which was opening the wrapper. This made him pull away slightly to look at you.

His pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead against yours. "Something wrong, baby?" He stroked your cheek with his free hand while your heart beat rapidly in your chest and you weren't really able to look into his eyes.

"We don't have to do anything. Having you beside me is more than enough," Leon continued, pulling his hand out of yours to put the condom on the nightstand.

You sighed softly, then found the courage to speak up "We should try without it. I don't want to make you feel restricted."

Hearing this, Leon furrowed his eyebrows and suddenly pushed himself up so that he was sitting with the headboard against his back. He positioned you comfortably, ensuring you were still straddling his lap.

Leon was now focusing on your face. You started to feel nervous, silently cursing yourself for saying that and knowing he could tell something was wrong.

Using condoms had never been a problem before. Your husband always enjoyed himself, so it had never been an issue.

Slowly, he put his hands on your face and made you look at him. He had a concerned look on his face. "Tell me what's wrong," he said. His tone was gentle, leaving room for you to dodge the conversation if you weren't ready yet.

You inhaled shakily and felt the corners of your mouth tremble slightly. Feeling embarrassed, but also wanting to tell him what the problem was, you finally gave in.

"I just don't know what's wrong with me," you said, the first sob breaking out as tears started running down your face. Leon pulled you closer by your waist, gently rubbing the side of your thighs as he listened attentively.

"I... I just can't do it anymore. Everyone always asks the same fucking question, and I feel like I'm going insane. I don't want kids - you know that, and I know that - but ever since we started dating, and especially after we got married, people have been pressuring me to have kids." You balled your hands into fists and continued in a trembling voice, "I feel like I have to give you a child. What if you leave me if I don't? Am I a terrible-"

Before you could continue, Leon pulled you into a tight hug, cutting you off mid-sentence as you gave in completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. He let you stay in that position until you had calmed down a bit.

Once your sobs had stopped, your husband pressed a kiss onto your neck and asked, "Can I see your face? Is that okay?" You nodded slightly and pulled back a bit so that you were looking at each other again.

He wiped a couple of tears away, starting to talk "You're not obligated to give me anything. Your body is your choice, and there is no need for a justification."

"But-"

"No, let me speak." The voice was slightly stern, but not angry. It made you bite your lip while he continued, "I don’t want kids either. That hasn’t changed. Whatever people are saying to you, forget it. The only person I want is you. The idea of being with someone else? It doesn't even cross my mind. You keep me grounded more than you realise. Without you, things would feel pretty damn empty. So, whoever has been putting that idea in your head, don't listen to them. And the next time someone tries, tell me, alright?"

You nodded and he leaned forward, leaving a quick kiss against your lips. "I love you, and that's not going to change."

"I love you too," you whispered back, and you two lay down again. His arms never leaving your body as he pulled you tightly against himself, and you were finally able to sleep.

You knew that this wouldn't be the last time, but with Leon by your side, things would get better because you two had always faced everything together.

[bubblegumkatz]

• yuu headcanons •

because yuu's geniuenly my favorite character....... im still torturing them

[view p.2] - masterlist - more of yuu?

Yuu occasionally forgets details about their old world. First it’s small things like favorite snack brands, a classmate’s face, the route home from school. Then one day they realize they can’t remember their own bedroom clearly anymore.

Nobody at NRC fully understands how lonely being magicless is. The first years mentions it rarely but in a casual way, like 'oh yeah we forgot', but Yuu constantly lives with the awareness that if something goes wrong, they can’t protect themselves the same way everyone else can. They're thankful to have friends that protected them during the overblots even tho they felt utterly useless...

Ramshackle is cold because the dorm was abandoned for so long, and sometimes Yuu stays awake listening to the building creak, realizing there’s nobody in this world they truly belong with.

Grim notices when Yuu is homesick before anyone else does. He’ll start fights or act extra annoying on purpose just to distract them from crying.

Yuu keeps souvenirs from every dorm. Not because they’re sentimental, but because they’re terrified that if they ever go home, this world will disappear like a dream.

Some nights Yuu quietly wonders whether their family thinks they disappeared… or died. (I think I saw something about Yuu's original world being paused or something like that in one of the novels but im not too sure so...)

Ace is one of the first people to realize Yuu smiles differently around others versus when they’re alone.

Yuu gets used to being needed only during crises. They become “the reliable prefect,” but secretly start feeling like people only come to Ramshackle when everything is falling apart.

Malleus visiting Ramshackle late at night becomes important because he’s one of the few people who understands isolation. Neither of them says it directly.

After every overblot incident, Yuu becomes more afraid. Not of the overblots themselves, but of losing the people they’ve grown attached to.

There’s a version of Yuu that stops talking about going home because they realize NRC is home now… and that realization scares them more than anything.

Crowley promising “we’ll find a way home soon” starts hurting after a while because Yuu can tell he doesn’t (want to) know.

Yuu sometimes sits in on magic studies they can never use anyway. Not because they expect to learn magic, just because they want to feel included.

The students eventually stop calling Ramshackle “haunted” and start calling it “home,” and Yuu nearly cries the first time they overhear it.

If Yuu ever made it back to their original world, the loneliness would hit in subtle moments. Reaching for their phone to text Ace about something dumb. Hearing thunder and thinking of Diasomnia. Turning around to tell Grim a joke before remembering he isn’t there. And the worst part would be knowing nobody around them could truly understand why they miss a world that technically never existed.

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[teddytheartist]

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“I’ve been trained to withstand torture, Alien. A few idiots in masks won’t shake me.”

Jon thinks back to those words now — how casual they’d sounded, but how absurd they’d felt to him then. The boy standing in front of him that first time his dad had taken him on a mission alongside the Batman had been only a year or two older than him. Torture had seemed like such a strong word, so out of place for a guy barely an inch taller than him.

So he’d dismissed it, chalking it up to the kind of random insane things his now (friendlier?) acquaintance said just to get a rise out of him — or to creep his dad out.

But now he realizes just how wrong he was, and wonders — in the same breath — how many of those insane things were actually true, had actually happened. Because the back of the other boy looked like all of them might be the right answer.

He shivers at the thought.

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[urumashunistheonlyone]

ᴍᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

megumi fushiguro x reader

you notice it again when there’s only one dumpling left in the container.

you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, backs against the bed. the tv is on but neither of you are really watching it. you reach for the last piece at the same time.

megumi’s hand pauses mid air.

“you take it,” he says immediately, pulling his hand back like he never wanted it in the first place.

you narrow your eyes. “you grabbed it first.”

“i’m not that hungry.”

he says it so flat. so calm. like he didn’t skip lunch because he was out handling something that left him coming back with dirt on his sleeves.

you hold the dumpling up to his face “open.”

he blinks at you. “what?”

“open your mouth.”

“i’m not five.”

“and yet you’re acting like it.”

he sighs quietly, that small breath he does when he’s too tired to argue. “just eat it.”

“no.”

“you’re hungry.”

“so are you.”

he looks away first. that’s how you know you’re right.

this is how it always goes.

megumi’s not loud, not dramatic. if there’s a small inconvenience to take, he’ll take it without thinking. if there’s a bigger one, he’ll still take it if it means you’re okay.

you’ve seen it in tiny ways.

when you’re both walking and it starts raining, he angles the umbrella more toward you, letting his own shoulder get soaked.

on the train, he’ll stand even when there’s one seat left. you’ll tug his sleeve and tell him to sit. he’ll shake his head and say, “i’m fine,” even when the ride is forty minutes long and he barely slept the night before.

if it’s cold, he gives you his jacket. if it’s hot, he’ll switch spots so you’re in the shade. if there’s only enough food for one, somehow you’re the one eating.

it's games.

you're competitive in a very embarrassing way. if you're about to lose, you start bargaining, accusing, dramatic sighing.

last week you were playing cards and you were losing badly.

suddenly he made the worst move possible. you blinked, "why would you play that?"

he shrugged. "felt like it." megumi didn't even try to sell it.

you won. you were happy for like three seconds before it hit you. "did you lose on purpose?"

"no."

"megumi."

"..it's just a game."

"so?"

"you looked like you really wanted to win."

you just stare at him across the table.

he always gives you the better side of the bed. the side closer to the wall because you once said you sleep better that way.

and it drives you insane.

you lower the dumpling and cross your arms. “why do you always do that?”

“do what?”

“this.” you gesture between you. “pretend you don’t need anything.”

his eyebrows pinch a little. not annoyed. more confused. “i don’t pretend.”

“megumi.”

he goes quiet.

you soften your voice. “you put yourself in uncomfortable situations so i’m comfortable. you always do.”

he shrugs. “that’s normal.”

“no, it’s not.”

he looks at you like you just said something strange. “if there’s only enough for one, you should eat.”

“why?”

“because i want you to.”

that’s it. simple. like that explains everything.

you drop your head back against the bed and let out a slow breath. “sometimes i want you to put yourself first.”

he’s quiet for a second.

“i do,” he says.

you sit up. “when?”

“when it matters.”

you stare at him. “it matters now.”

he watches you carefully. you can tell he’s thinking, trying to understand why this is such a big deal to you.

“i don’t mind,” he says finally. “if you’re okay, i’m okay.”

“that’s not the point,” you mutter.

you crawl a little closer and poke his chest. “you deserve to be comfortable and allowed to want things too.”

he looks down at your finger like it’s personally offending him.

“i’m used to it,” he says.

and that right there makes your chest feel weird. “i don’t want you to be used to it.”

he doesn’t answer, so you do something dramatic. because that’s who you are.

you shove the dumpling into your own mouth before he can protest, chew quickly, then grab his face with both hands and press your lips to his.

he makes a small surprised sound against you, hands hovering awkwardly before they settle on your waist.

you pull back after a second.

he blinks. “did you just—”

“yes,” you say calmly. “we’re sharing. since you won’t just eat normally. congratulations, you ate food.”

he stares at you like he’s reconsidering every life decision that led him here. “…you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re self sacrificing in a way that makes me tired.”

a tiny, almost invisible smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, “you’re mad about one dumpling.”

“i’m mad about a pattern.”

he looks down at his hands.

“i just don’t want you to go without,” he says quietly.

there it is. honest. no walls. you reach for his sleeve this time, “and i don’t want you to either.”

he glances up at you.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you add. “i’m not going to disappear if you take the last bite. or sit down on the train. or keep your jacket.”

he studies your face like he’s checking if you mean it.

“it’s easier,” he admits. “to just make sure you’re okay first.”

you nod slowly. “i know.”

that’s the thing about him. he doesn’t do it for praise or attention. he just quietly shifts himself to the worse option so you don’t have to.

and he acts like it costs him nothing.

you lean your forehead against his.

“next time,” you say, “we split it. or you take it. sometimes.”

he hesitates. “…sometimes.”

“that’s progress.”

he huffs softly. “don’t make it dramatic.”

“too late.”

you stay like that for a minute. close. warm.

after a while, he nudges your shoulder.

“there’s instant ramen in the kitchen,” he says.

you pull back. “you want some?”

“yeah.”

you grin. “look at you. asking for food.”

“don’t start.”

you stand and hold your hand out to him anyway. he looks at it, then takes it. small steps but they matter.

later that night, you’re in his bed. you try to take the outside edge on purpose.

he notices immediately. “what are you doing?”

“switching sides.”

“why?”

“because i said so.”

he stares at you for a second. then, without arguing, he shifts, letting you take the spot near the edge.

it’s colder there but he pretends not to notice.

you last about three minutes before scooting back toward him anyway.

he huffs quietly. almost amused, “cold?”

“shut up.”

he pulls you closer without another word and this time, when he tugs the blanket up, he makes sure it covers both of you evenly.

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄...𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ❞

concerned sukuna x reader who doesn't wanna eat. ooc sukuna.

you noticed that you were eating a lot. anytime you felt even a little bit hungry, you ran to your beloved fridge. your time spent in the kitchen was probably more than your screen time.

it didn't really bother you until you stepped on the scale. you had gained a lot more weight than you thought you had. you recalled every single moment you stuffed your face with food, and you heart sank. and you were determined to loose weight.

though, your method was not approved by your boyfriend. you never told him how you felt and he didn't know that you wanted to start a diet. but he did notice that something was going on.

he loves your curves and every part of your body really, and the extra fat was a much appreciated bonus and it just made him go crazy. but your current eating habits were annoying him.

for one, whenever he gets food, he has to ask you twice if you want it. you end up saying no, but once it arrives you're eating his food together. as much as he expresses how much he finds it annoying, he can't bring himself to say no.

but now, you just outright say no and you mean it. he raised a brow at you, confused. "are you sure about that? you really don't wanna try this delicious hotdog, hmmm...", you only stare at him and shake your head no.

this continues on. everytime he offers you his food, you refuse. his heart clenches as he watches you. there's something that's not right. and especially when you barely eat half of your food and offer the rest to him. giving him the excuse "i'm not really that hungry", millions of thoughts are running through his mind. especially since you always finish what's on your plate and he offers more.

the final straw was when you had made dinner for the both of you when he was over at your place. you prepared food on his plate and on yours but your portion looked like the amount a five year old would eat.

"what's going on? are we rationing food now?", he asked not wanting to touch his food.

"no...but this is all i wanna eat now-"

"bullshit! you used to complained about small portions in restaurants and now you're doing this.", his brows furrow in concern and places his rough hand gently on yours. "if there's something wrong you can tell me"

you swallow thickly not wanting to meet his gaze. he only looks at you, waiting patiently for you to tell him what's wrong. you breathe out and open your mouth. "i've just been eating quite a lot lately...and i've gained quite a bit of weight so i'm going on a diet"

he's quiet for a moment and looks down. "starving yourself is not the answer", he responds and you look up. " i don't like seeing you like this. you haven't been yourself and it was killing me on the inside. i thought for a second you didn't love me anymore", he lets out a shaky chuckle and you look at him apologetically.

"i'm sorry i made you feel that way..."

"that's not the point. i will always love you just the way you are, even if you do gain a little weight. i don't love you because i love your body. i like your body because i love you", a wobbly smile is etched on your lips, your eyes getting teary.

he switches his plate with yours and takes a spoonful, placing it infront of your lips. "say ahhh"

you giggle and open your mouth as he feeds you. you're lucky to have such a caring boyfriend.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[pomefiores-basement]

How would the twst boys react to being shipped with you?

Synopsis: So basically there’s someone in NRC has a secret Magicam account where they post videos about people who they think would look good together. Unsurprisingly, their account got viral real quick and became the topic of every conversation in the school. So how would they react when they come to know they were shipped with you, his crush?

Characters: Heartslabyul (Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade) x reader

Warnings: none

Genre: headcanons, crack, fluff, slight angst in Cater’s part

A/N: first time writing a fanfic… kinda nervous… pls ignore any typos or grammar mistakes if you see any. There may be some mischaracterisation so pls forgive me for that. I’m still kind of new to the fandom. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

Riddle Rosehearts

Being so chronically offline, he obviously didn’t even know it existed before someone informed him of the video. That person would be none other than the Magicam enthusiast, Cater himself.

Doesn’t know common slangs and he probably need someone to explain to him what ‘shipping’ is at first

“May I inquire just what ‘shipping’ is? I assume you’re not referring to physically transporting me and [name] to another country?”

Finally understanding what it means, he would be so flustered, his face would be as red as a strawberry

He wouldn’t know what to feel as a range of emotions runs through his head

On one hand, he’s baffled by the audacity of people to pry into people’s personal lives and how inappropriate this whole thing is

Would totally threaten to collar whoever made that video

“Gah-?! What in the sevens is the meaning of this? Do people have too much free time in their hands? This is entirely inappropriate! Although there isn’t a rule regarding to such… scandalous matters, it will be off with their heads if I ever found out who made these false claims.”

On the other hand, he finds himself weirdly liking the idea of being shipped with you or the idea of being with you romantically

he refuses to acknowledge that fraction of the emotions he’s experiencing though

Come on, cut this poor boy some slack. It’s his first time being in love! He doesn’t know what to do with the feelings he has never experienced before in his life

The image of him dating you -holding your hands, taking you out on romantic dates, exchanging nothing but loving glances- flashes through his mind and that made him embarrassed once again

Would try to deny the shipping allegations and would say how ridiculous this whole thing was, while being a blushing mess (very convincing, Riddle)

Would have a mental outburst from the amount of teasing he gets but deep down he knows he would never dislike the idea of being your lover

Trey Clover

He has the Magicam app but he doesn’t look through it often. Maybe like once or twice a week

Find out through his Magicam bestie again because he’s busy with Vice Housewarden duty and internship applications

Wouldn’t be as dramatic as others but he would still be surprised and let out a nervous/awkward chuckle

Didn’t expect people to pay attention to you guys’ interactions enough to ship you two

He’s definitely chill about this whole thing though he’s just so nonchalant like that

But would tease you if he’s in the mood for it

Bake you more desserts since then, he wants to fatten you up so you wouldn’t leave him so he could watch your face light up every time you taste his baking (he lives for your bliss and he wants to make you happy)

He isn’t even trying to hide his feelings for you, or the thought of it never really crossed his mind

Being a big brother, he just couldn’t help himself and wants to take care of you

You are far more important than rumours and his reputation

Would ask if you feel uncomfortable with it so he could DM the creator of the video to ask them to take the video down for your sake

But if you say no, he would be fine with it. He doesn’t mind the teasing he gets from his friends

Your answer might give him hope that there’s potential of you returning his feelings

Cater Diamond

Probably already saw the video before anyone else did lol

You wouldn’t get to see his reaction because the time the video came on his feed/fyp, it’s probably when he’s doomscrolling during his free time or whenever Riddle couldn’t catch him on his phone again

Would be genuinely surprised by it because just like Trey, he didn’t expect people to actually pay attention to you guys’ interactions or maybe potentially figure out his feelings for you

Though, he wouldn’t deny the editing skills and the effort the creator of the video has put in, would totally compliment it while liking and saving the video on his alt account (you’re not slick Cater)

I bet he would secretly be giggling and kicking his feet if he saw the video when he’s alone

But stops when he thought of you wouldn’t return his feelings if you get to know the real him, not the outgoing persona he put on

Would subtly bring it up to you the next day and see what your reaction would be out of curiosity

Please show a positive reaction or else this guy would literally be heartbroken on the inside, not that he expected you to like him back anyway

Ace Trappola

This smug little shit

Probably found out through Cater again, despite him being relatively active on Magicam. He’s busy writing the essay Riddle had given him as punishment, okay? He doesn’t have time to be scrolling on the social media app

Would be flabbergasted for like one second before switching back to his usual playful self and tease the heck out of you

“Me and [name]?!?!?! People have good taste. I mean just look at us, don’t we look good together, babe?”

Would totally use nicknames to get a reaction out of you

The video lowkey gave him an ego boost and he would unconsciously get bolder with his words and touches

on the inside he’s totally screaming and definitely not thinking of ways to rizz you up

Ace fumbler Trappola fails miserably

Hide his feelings behind humour and charisma. Would flirt with you and if you took it seriously, he would say he’s just joking but in reality he meant every word

Secretly hope the creator of the video would make more content about the ship between you two

Deuce Spade

He’s such a sweetheart bro

This honour student wouldn’t be scrolling on Magicam frequently so he has to be told what’s going on online including recent trends and slang words

I headcanon him often saying outdated slangs because of his previous delinquent days and being made fun of by Ace

Same case here, he has to be told of what is circulating about him and a certain someone

Would be flustered, in an innocent way. He would be so shy, he didn’t know how to react, deucespade.exe has disconnected

Couldn’t hold eye contact with you the whole day, would definitely stutter while talking to you

Of course Ace had to tease him about it and maybe throw some suggestive comments about what you two would do once you’re dating

Deuce is embarrassed but would get mad at Ace for what he said and would defend you and your honour

“What the hell are you saying Ace? You have been spouting nonsense since the second you opened your mouth. Get your mind out of the gutter. Your head should be filled with study materials, not your dirty fantasies. Unlike you, I would never like someone just for their body, I like [name] for who they are-“

Would swear to protect you if this becomes a rumour or someone harasses you about this whole thing

He would definitely reveal his feelings for you on accident

Would try to cover up and pretend he didn’t just let his words slip

But would admit his feelings for you once you insisted he did say the things he said

The rest is up to you! Whether or not you accept his feelings

[dcxdpdabbles]

Thomas: Bruce! My baby! Look at you!

Danny: Um? Excuse me?

Martha: Oh Bruce, you're still so young. What happened?

Danny: Um, I think you have the wrong ghost. My name is Danny-

Thomas: You can't be older then fourteen. Oh, my baby, how did you die in only six years? Im so sorry, I should have been there. Should have protected you better. Should made sure your mother could have at least done it my place! If only I had been the only one to die in that alley!

Martha: Don't blame yourself Thomas. That thief is the one who took our lives and he was only there because of my pearls. If anyone is to blame for our deaths, it's me.

Thomas: My love, don't say such nonsense. It was never your fault!

Danny: Er, I really think you have the wrong person.

Thomas: Nonsense. Ghosts can sense family ties and you are definitely our son. Can't you feel it? The connection? It should feel like a smaller version of a Haunt. Have you gone to your Haunt yet? Papa can show you.

Danny mystified: I did follow the feeling of a miniature Haunt out here. Wait, does that mean, you're my birth parents?

Martha: Birth parents? Bruce, do you not remember us?

Danny: Look, I'm not Bruce, my name is Danny Fenton. I was adopted by the Fentons when I was a newborn after my parents left me in a firestation drop box.

Martha: *gasp* Bryce? Is that....you?

Danny: ....I just said it was Danny.

Thomas: Look, my love, the birthmark on his neck. Its him. Its our Bryce.

Danny: I'm confused

Martha crying: You're our second son. When I had you and your twin brother, Bruce, the doctors said you were a stillborn. We thought....we burried you....we mourned you...and this whole time you were alive?

Thomas crying: You died today didnt you. You were alive....and now....you never got to adulthood.

Danny: um

Martha hugging him: Shhhh its okay. Mama and papa are here. We may not have been able to have you in life but in death, we can be a family

Danny: Ummmm

Thomas hugging them: We're united and we can be a family. We'll wait for your brother. Bruce will join us hopefully for many years to come.

Danny: Im not dead.

Martha: Oh honey I know its hard to accept but-

Danny switching from Phantom to Fenton: Im not dead. I'm half alive.

Martha: Wha-

Danny: I can also leave the Ghost Zone whenever I want.

Thomas: You can get to Bruce then... you can go to your brother! Check up on him! Be our bridge to him! My love its a miracle! Our Bruce and Bryce are both alive!

Danny: About that, why did you name your kids with only one letter difference-

Martha: no time for those questions! You must go to Gotham and find Bruce!

Danny: Hold on I never said-

Thomas: Do not talk back to your mother young man.

Danny: Shes not my-

Martha: My powers let's me send Shadows to the living world. I've been using them to cloak Bruce when he walks home but I think I should be able to send you to him. Hold on- there he is. In his room. I'll put you in his closet

Danny: Wait- *pops out of existence*

Thomas: That was close. He almost found out I misspelled Bruce's name on the paperwork and the nurse assumed I was going for a twin theme. I should have scratched that out better.

Martha: You always had terrible spelling. Hopefully our boys didn't inherit that. Can you hear anything?

Thomas concentrating: Its not raining too much in Gotham. I can only hear where the raindrops touch since I died in the rain puddle but- there! Alfred just heard Bruce scream and he's running through the yard. Yes, Bryce just crashed through Bruce's window and is Alfred turned in his direction now. Wait, it sounds like Bryce is running from the manor. Bruce is right after him. Goodness what time is it? They shouldn't be running around Gotham so late.

Martha: Gotham rain and shadows will protect them.

Thomas: The last time you said that Bruce got thrown into a dumpster

Martha: That was because he was dating that girl. She's a real firecracker. I hope Ms. Kyle and Bruce met again and marry. She's perfect. Do you think Bryce likes girls?

Thomas: After that little light show to change from ghost to human? No the boy is practically a moving gay club.

Martha: Hes perfect. Our boys are perfect

Thomas: Yes, and they're together again. Shall we return to our Haunt my dear? I want to see if we can access the shadows to watch them.

Martha: Oh must! Let's go my darling.

[purlyangelical]

𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃. . .

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉: Batboys finding out reader's insecurities/concerns in their relationship

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈: slight angst, GN! Reader, hurt/comfort

𝒜/𝒩: For my readers w similar insecurities like mine! ‹𝟹

𝒟𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈𝑜𝓃

When you saw him with someone else for the first time you tried to push it down as much as you could. Then you couldn't keep it from him and just hugged him randomly while at home and then he heard you sniffle.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

You felt like a child clinging onto him like this. But this is the only thing you knew. You tried to open up multiple times it's just that you couldn't. It was eating away at you slowly and you knew it but you couldn't say anything out of fear of him getting weirded out and then leaving you because he deemed you too 'needy'.

The silence enveloped you both and he simply looked at you confused.

"If you don't want to say anything I'm not going to force you babe. I'm here for you no matter what."

"I- it's just that I don't know what to do Dick. I feel like I'm not good enough to be with you. Not only because of your status but also because people are attracted to you... What if you leave me? I don't want to loose you... I'm scared I will..." You said mumbling into him.

He gently brought your face into a kiss. It was soft and not at all pushy, you couldn't help but melt into him.

"You are the most important thing in my life. The reason I find a want to wake up in the mornings. My driving force to do what I do. Not only to keep others safe, but you. You are the most important person in my life, the person I find most attractive in the world, whom I dream about my every waking moment. It's you babe. I never want you to discredit who you are as a person because you're amazing. I wouldn't want it any other way."

Dick whispered in the quiet that fell the two of you as a small proclamation of how much he loved you.

"I love you so much. Don't ever forget that okay?"

𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒹

The problems started when you couldn't find yourself being able to be intimate. Not only Jason having body issues of his own but also you. You felt unable to start something like that. Often you two being at a loss on what to do together, close but not yet. You in your underwear with no shirt, and Jason also in his underwear. You both ultimately ending up with your backs facing each others and curling in yourselves.

The room was dimly lit, the sheets soft underneath your thighs and feet. You could feel the warmth of Jason's body close to your own on the opposite side of the bed. The moon beamed down in a soft way that was almost comforting. You suddenly heard Jason take a breath, preparing to talk to you.

"You know, we don't have to keep trying if your uncomfortable." Jason's voice echoed through the silence of the room.

"I know." You an exasperated sigh escaped your chest.

Jason scooted closer to you, sensing your frustration and deep anguish. He heard you sniffle and eventually start sobbing. He immediately got to your side and pulled you into a hug. The warmth of his skin transferring to your own.

"Hey... Talk to me..."

"Jay... I just don't know what to do... I really want to, I really do but I can't! And it's so frustrating because I want to and I want to please you and make you feel good but I'm so scared that when you see the parts of me I've never let anyone see you won't find me attractive anymore..."

You sobbed into his chest and hugging you tighter. Jason buried his face into your hair.

"I won't ever... I love every part of you... Not only your body but you as a person. That's why I love you so much. Despite everything about me you accepted me for all my fucked up-ness and you loved me. I want to return the love you showed me. Only when your ready I will. Okay? So don't beat yourself up over it..."

Jason never once forced you to do something you weren't ready for. You hugged into him more.

"Thanks Jay..."

"Alright, I'm getting you a glass of water and my hoodie to cover up. Sound good?"

𝒯𝒾𝓂 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒

You don't even know how it got this. You know he's busy with work, and other things. But it gets to a point. You've been arguing a lot lately on top of that too.

Currently you were in Tim's room while he was working on a case, his back was facing your face in his dimly lit room. His room smelled like a mix of paper, and energy drinks. As you laid there on his bed you couldn't help but day dream. Not only about Tim but how your relationship would be different if he wasn't such a workaholic all the time.

You huffed lightly and took a breathe. "Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you wish things were different sometimes...? Like us actually going out instead of being holed up in your room all the time, and actually spending time together like a normal couple?" You questioned him.

"I mean sometimes. But I can't. You know this [Name]."

"Sometimes I wonder if you really love me because you never spend time with me other than being holed up in your room. It's sometimes frustrating being with you because you're usually working when I come over. Then you're too tired to even show affection to me. What kind of relationship is that?"

Tim sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry. You're right." Tim stood up and looked at you seeing your sad face and leaned down to give you a kisses on your face."

"Forgive me?"

You nodded.

"Alright c'mon lets go get your shoes, let me change real quick too."

𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒

Sometimes you feel as if Damian got annoyed by your overly enthusiastic nature. He often doesn't reciprocate affection or in general tends to ignore your advances at times. It's a miracle he even decided to pursue a relationship with you considering how he's so closed off.

Yes you're happy in your relationship with Damian, yes it was a loving relationship despite his reject in your advances. Regardless, he always made his loyalty to you clear and his intentions open.

You could read him like a book, but also with that ability it had his downsides. You're to overly aware of situations, and how in general people perceive you and your relationship with Damian. It's like being constantly stuck in this limbo that you can't get out.

One day in the library inside Wayne manor. It was a quiet afternoon, the sun barely lowering before the eventual rise of the moon. Damian was reading a book out loud to you while you were seated next to him. You randomly sighed, and that caught Damian's attention.

"What's the matter love?"

"Don't you ever get annoyed by my personality, Damian?" You questioned him leaning your cheek on his arm.

Damian's brows furrowed slightly at the question. "No. Who made you think such a idiotic thing?"

"No one! I'm just asking because you're not very affectionate with me sometimes. I thought that my personality is a problem that's why! Also maybe because we are very different that makes me insecure sometimes too."

"My love. I am friends with Kent. If I can deal with him I can deal with you. I love your personality, just because I am not affectionate doesn't mean I don't. I hold a deep unwavering loyalty to you." He voiced with a slight twinge of concern.

"Thanks Dami."

"My pleasure. Now. I'm going to go ask Alfred to make us some tea and get us cookies for a snack." Damian said as he kissed your cheek while slowly getting up.