he could tell you weren't 100% from the way you're eyes weren't watching out for him all day, instead focused on getting your foot on every step and making sure you didn't write anything incorrectly. it's at lunchtime, when you're sitting at a table mindlessly poking your food, that he decides to check up on you.
"you look like shit." he says, standing next to you. you look up at him, eyebags prominent with your eyelids heavy. you open your mouth to speak, to defend yourself, but close it. you look back at your food, dazed gaze.
"i don't feel well."
"really? yeah, i can tell, genius." he says, sitting down next to you. his eyes search your face, questioning if this is just a cold, or perhaps something a lot worse.
"you cold?"
you nod, not entirely sure what you're feeling. it was hot this morning, cold when you got out of the car. you've already learned to have a jacket with you at all times, but one of gojo's friends must of taken it from your locker.
"stupid. how you gonna come to school sick with no jacket?" he teases, contradicting the way he immediately takes off his jumper and wraps it around your shoulders.
after picking at your food, you finally stand up.
"i, i think i need to go home." you say. today has felt like a some sort of nightmare where you're unsure if it's real or not. all you really want is to sleep. gojo stands up immediately, grabbing your bag.
"want me to drive you?"
"but, i thought you had a lab today?"
"it can wait."
you look at him, really look at him to see if he's lying. his eyes are calm and his smile is softer, but the way he seems to eager to help is just so unlike him. then again, he hasn't bothered you much today, and was the first person to somewhat check on you.
he sighs softly and chuckles as he grabs you by the arm and begins to walk you to your locker. he listens quietly, packing your bag with all the homework you need, knowing he will just send you the answers later. after signing out, he takes you to his car.
the sunlight hits your eyes and the heat seems all too much, this terrible feeling overwhelming you all at once. you let out a mix of a whimper and a groan, eyes fluttering as your legs give out.
your head feels so heavy, so so tired. you collapse, and strong arms quickly reach out to hold you.
"shit, you didn't tell me you were this sick." gojo ridicules, adjusting you into a princess carry. your head lolls against his chest and you let out a soft whine, face showing exhaustion. he lets out another few curses before helping you into the passenger seat of his car, making sure your belt is tight and the cool AC is on your face before he drives off.
while you practically sleep in his chair, he looks at you almost with worry? his hand quickly checks your forehead, frowning at the heat.
"fucking idiot," he mutters, pushing down hard on the accelerator. "what the hell am i gonna do with you?"
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
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.
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.
“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.
ormund's wrath.
⤷ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: daeron the daring ༝ betrothed!reader.
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mention of possible domestic violence.
based on this request.
The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of the parchment being swiftly wrapped by Lord Ormund. The Hightower wore a disturbing expression, his gaze fixed on a single point.
You also noticed Daeron, your betrothed through an arranged marriage between your houses due to the war, standing rigidly beside you. His arms were more tense than necessary, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, and his expression hard as he averted his gaze from Ormund.
“Go,” he whispered.
You turned your head toward him, confused.
“Why?” you asked, a light smile escaping your lips.
“Go and tell your maid to draw you a bath,” Daeron insisted.
“I’d rather stay with-” Your voice was cut off as Lord Ormund abruptly threw his chair back, sending it flying with a loud crash.
Daeron instinctively stepped back, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him between a table in the hall and his back. The sound of Lord Ormund's metal back splintering against the wood and his shouts filling the previously silent room sent shivers down his spine.
But what unsettled you most was Daeron's reaction, backing away in terror, barely able to take in the scene before them. It was as if he knew what to do, or perhaps he possessed an uncanny ability to read the signs, anticipating what was coming next. Now you understood his insistence that you leave the room, and you felt sorry for him. He didn't want you to witness such a scene.
You were both young, and perhaps that's why you empathized so deeply. Putting yourself in Daeron's shoes and thinking that he might have been experiencing similar situations his whole life made your heart ache. Your hand reached for your fiancé's, intertwining your fingers and giving him a firm squeeze to let him know he wasn't alone. All you could see of him was his profile and how he kept his eyes tightly closed as his hand tightened around yours.
When the wave of anger and shouting subsided, Daeron hurried to lead you away while Lord Ormund returned to his dinner as if nothing had happened. You remained silent, your gaze shifting from Daeron's back to your clasped hands. The prince slowed down when you reached your chambers during your stay in Tumbletown.
“Daeron…” you tried to speak, but as soon as he opened the door to your chambers for you, he spun around on his heels and quickened his pace, walking away down the long corridor.
Your brief time together in Oldtown had helped you get to know him better. He needed time and space. Daeron was a reserved boy, not shy as people often thought, confusing reserve with shyness. He knew his place, that he should respect his elders, and how to make himself heard when he had something to say.
One thought in particular crossed your mind. If Lord Ormund had these fits of rage, what could guarantee that Daeron wouldn't be consumed by such fury? After all, Lord Ormund had been the one to raise the prince, adding to the supposed madness that preceded the Targaryen line.
So you decided not to follow him or insist, letting the unpleasantness of the moment fade away for both of you. Besides, if you wanted to find him, you knew where to look.
You took that bath Daeron had mentioned before Lord Ormund erupted in his fit of rage. Fresh herbs and mint are the bath salts you always chose ever since Daeron told you they were his favorites.
Relaxing in the bath, you thought again about Lord Ormund's outburst, but not exactly about the Hightower, more about Daeron's reaction. It wasn't the first time it had happened, you'd already deduced that, but you couldn't help wondering if any of those blows had landed on your betrothed.
You called your maid, who brought a robe to dry you. You slipped the fabric over your shoulders, tying the belt around your waist. You also asked her to prepare a dress, nothing extravagant, just something for everyday wear.
Once dressed and with your hair styled in a simple half-updo, you left your chambers in Tumbletown, walking down the long corridors to the fortress's prayer hall. In the center stood a massive, round altar with candles lining its rim, and engraved in the center was the seven-pointed star representing the Faith of the Seven. There, Lord Ormund kept the prince's dragon chained up, while the prince sat on one of the steps a few feet away, watching her eat.
Tessarion raised her head, startled by the new presence. Seeing that it was you, she lowered her guard and tore another piece of meat from the charred goat she was devouring. Daeron looked up at you and offered you a hand to help you sit beside him. You accepted his offer, sitting on the stone steps and adjusting your skirt.
A small sigh escaped your lips. Not quite sure how to start the conversation, you leaned your head down and rested it against Daeron's shoulder. He tensed for a few seconds, surprised by the gesture, but then you felt his weight shift slightly against yours.
"Has he ever exploded like this at you?" you asked, barely raising your voice.
Daeron took a moment to answer.
"No."
You frowned slightly. You might have jumped to the wrong conclusion, but fragments of Daeron's reaction still came back to you.
"Today wasn't one of the worst."
You turned your head to look at him. He was still silently observing Tessarion, with the same composure with which anyone might comment on the weather.
“Wasn’t that one… one of the worst?”
A tired, almost imperceptible smile barely curved the corner of his lips.
“He didn’t break anything important.”
You felt a lump in your throat. He wasn’t joking. He meant it.
“Daeron…”
“He’ll get over it.” He shrugged slightly. “He always does.”
You looked at him for a few more seconds, searching his face for any trace of anger, resentment… anything.
You found nothing. Only resignation.
“Since when?”
This time he was silent.
“…Since I can remember.”
The answer fell between you with devastating simplicity.
You looked down at his hands. You remembered perfectly how they had clenched tightly when Lord Ormund had raised his voice. How he had stepped back even before the chair hit the floor.
It hadn't been fear in that moment. It had been a pure reflex of experience. You slowly reached out and intertwined your fingers again. He said nothing, only squeezed them gently, as if he needed to make sure you were still there.
“I thought…” you swallowed. “I thought maybe someday you could end up like him.”
Daeron let out an almost inaudible breath.
“I thought that too when I was a kid.”
Those words hurt more than all the screams that afternoon.
“But not anymore.”
“Why?”, you asked.
Daeron looked away from Tessarion and stared at you.
“Because every time I have a reason to scream…” he looked down at your clasped hands. “…I remember what it feels like to be on the other side. And I never want you to be the one on the other side.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
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.
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.
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?
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
