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PLEASE I LOVE THIS FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT WITH MIC (my oc) AND OPTIMUS

To Be a Father

A/N: I am pleasantly surprised at how well this turned out, and I must say I believe it to be one of the best that I’ve written! Hopefully you’ll think the same, haha.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. You rock. <3

Title: To Be a Father

Summary: Optimus spends the day with you by the lake.

Words: 3048

It wasn’t often that Optimus Prime got a day off from his duties, but when he did, each time was more likely than not going to be spent with you. In previous years it had proved quite difficult to do so, as you had school to attend and lived with your family in an entirely different state, but as soon as you turned eighteen you took up an apprenticeship at NEST. Your brother, Sam, had also been offered one, but apparently he much preferred the quiet life as opposed to you, who took up the aspiration to somehow be involved in the military as soon as all things Cybertron came to Earth. Of course, Optimus adored the extra time he got to have with you, but he vaulted straight into what Will and Epps had dubbed his ‘Daddy Mode’ any time something even partially dangerous cropped up and completely refused when you asked to join him. You still shivered at how mad he’d been that one time when he’d discovered how you’d sneaked out of the Base to follow him and the other ‘Bots… granted, he’d only discovered you because a Decepticon had somehow managed to slice through your upper arm, and that was most likely the reason why he’d been so mad and refused even more from thereon after… but, still. You’d joined for the whole military experience, and that certainly wasn’t what you were receiving. 

It had come as somewhat of a shock at the beginning when Optimus began to act as though he were your father. After all, who could get used to seeing a robot look after a human as though she were his own? Nevertheless, that shock had subsided almost five years ago. Now, it would be a surprise if the alien Commander didn’t treat you as he did. Everyone had accepted it, and it was practically custom at the Base to expect nothing less than Optimus being the one they go to when something concerned you.

He was your guardian, no doubts about it, and neither of you would have it any different.

“I can’t throw this to you!”

Lake Chelan was beautiful on a summer’s day. The cool, blue-grey water glistened in the evening sun, dancing on the the small ripples of waves as they glossed over the surface. The trees surrounding it rustled in the warm breeze, leaves toppling off and floating down to the grassy ground where they lay surrounded by wild flowers and mounds of dew-dropped blades of emerald.

Both you and Optimus had first visited it when exploring the new Headquarter’s surroundings in Washington. Thankfully, it had been winter at the time, so the place had been empty enough that nobody noticed the thirty-two foot alien robot trekking through the trees with a human sitting on his right shoulder, and the two of you had been able to explore as thoroughly as possible. It must have been on the third trip to the lake that you’d stumbled - and quite literally at that. Optimus had tripped over a fallen log and barrelled straight through a rather large canopy of trees and bushes - across what you’d since dubbed your ‘secret hideaway’. It was a beautiful area of the lake which had seemed pretty undisturbed, housing all sorts of creatures that unfortunately ran as soon as Optimus came crashing through their home. It was overgrown, dotted with flowers which were all the colours of the rainbow, right next to the glittering lake, and it was utterly beautiful. Optimus had done his best to arrange all the trees and such back into the places they had previously been so that it would remain a secret to everybody but the both of you, and, so far, even after four or so years, neither of you had encountered anyone else in that part of the lake. 

Today was one of those rare days in which the Prime has been given a day off, along with many other men at NEST. It was what the humans called ‘Father’s Day’, and those who had children to return home to had been granted permission to do so. Optimus was no exception. He had bustled you into his truck and sped off towards Lake Chelan with absolutely no sign of hesitation, and the two of you had been there for six hours, now. The sun was beginning to set, casting a magnificent glow over the shining lake and painting a gorgeous canvas of reds and oranges and yellows in the clear sky. He doubted the both of you would get home at all tonight, if your complete lack of boredom had anything to say about it, but he couldn’t admit that he cared that much. He did not mind where he was, as long as he was with you, and you were happy. The moment he returned home, work and his duties would slap him right back in the face.

“Of course you can.”

“No, I can’t. This is Will’s ball, and I’m not gonna return it to him, completely squashed, with a crappy explanation like ‘I threw it to Optimus and he burst it’.” You gave the ‘Bot a look, hugging the blue blow-up ball to your chest, and Optimus chuckled. He was sat on the ground, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee, and both arms braced on the grass behind him. He was the most relaxed he’d been in quite a while, and most stoic generals who marvelled at the Autobots every time they visited NEST would more than likely feel faint at one sight of the position the stern and battle-ready robot was currently in. 

He shook his head. “You over-estimate my strength,” he told you, and you scoffed.

“Nobody can over-estimate your strength.” You turned and threw the ball in the air. “We’ll have to find a bigger ball.”

“One that is not plastic.”

“And one that won’t burst at a slight touch of your finger.”

Optimus smiled. “We best get to searching once we return, then.”

You mirrored his smile, throwing the ball once again. A bird flew over you, followed by a couple of what you supposed to be its babies, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Optimus immediately moved his head, not fancying another case in which birds attempted to nest on him. Waking up with an itching feeling and reaching his hand up only to pull back in surprise when the ruffle of feathers and cacophony of chirping reached his audio receptors was not something he wanted to experience again. You had not stopped laughing for at least half an hour after while he sat, back resting against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and the most ill-tempered look on his face.

You threw the ball up once again and quickly clasped your hands together, bouncing it on your fists when gravity pulled it down. One of those hands immediately came up to clap over your mouth as the ball flew straight towards the Prime and hit him right in the optic. He made a shout of both surprise and discomfort, one of his flapping arms covering where it had hit. “Ow…”

“Optimus, I am soho sorry,” you apologised, though the giggles spilling from your mouth did not aid at all in moving that apology along the right path. “I didn’t- Ihihi didn’t mean to do thahat.” 

Optimus grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath. “When do you ever…” he muttered.

You shrugged. “At least it wasn’t the birds.”

The ‘Bot narrowed his optics and immediately made to leap up after you, causing you to squeal, turn around and dive into the water. Optimus’s mood changed immediately and he frantically shook his head, leaning forward and making a grab for you, but you were already completely submerged. “Those are the only clothes we have with us, Y/N,” he lightly scolded as you reached the surface and gasped for air, hair plastered over your grinning face.

“I don’t care! The water’s warm!”

“That is what you said the last time before you proceeded to come down with the influenza.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back, seeing that there was nothing he could do now. If you suffered through another nasty sickness, then he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried to stop you. 

“I’m gonna swim to the other side,” you told him, and he rose an optic ridge.

“Are you, now?”

Biting your lip, you swam up to the edge of the lake and crossed your arms over on the grass, resting your chin on top of them. “Optimus,” you said, gaining a very sweet smile, “can I swim to the other side of the lake? Pretty please?”

The Prime smiled. “Yes, but be careful out there. If you drown, do not expect me to save you.” He winked, cobalt optics twinkling mischievously, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Before the Prime could question what exactly that meant, you were off. He shook his head fondly and gazed out across the lake, marvelling at the mountains in the distance as the slight wind breezed over him. His silent peace was swiftly interrupted, however, as he noticed an incoming call. Frowning, he accepted it quickly. “Optimus Prime,” he said as way of greeting, sitting up.

“Optimus, hi. It’s Ron. Ron Witwicky.” The ‘Bot visibly relaxed at that, having previously been worried that it may have been Ratchet or somebody back at Base, telling him he needed to return due to an emergency.

“Good evening, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “How may I help you?”

“Ah, I was just wondering if Y/N was anywhere nearby? I tried calling her mobile but she won’t answer.” Optimus glanced over at the backpack you’d thrown by a tree a little way off. No doubt your phone had been going off in there for a while, but when you were faced with nature - especially when you were with him - electronics no longer became a thing of existence to you.

“Yes, she is here, though…” He turned his head slightly, noticing how you were still splashing through the water. “I am afraid she is quite far out in the lake as of now.”

He heard Ron chuckle. “At Lake Chelan, are you?”

“We are, yes.” 

“Typical. Said she’d ring me this afternoon to wish me a Happy Father’s Day and it’s, what? Six pm, now?” He breathed a laugh, and Optimus could imagine him shaking his head fondly. “That girl, Optimus, I swear to God.”

The Prime smiled. “I apologise on her behalf, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “I shall remind her to call you once she gets back.”

“Yes, you do that, big guy. Tell her her dad’s been spending the day drinking beer and watching her mom’s channels on TV. Make her feel guilty.” 

Optimus threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I will,” he said. “Where’s Sam?”

“With his girlfriend, I expect. He called in this morning, which was great, but it’s pretty tough not having a Father’s Day hug from my little girl for the first time ever.” Ron’s voice drifted off a little, and Optimus nodded to himself, completely understanding. You were, after all, his only daughter and youngest child. To have you living hours away from him must be extremely trying, for both you and your parents - and Sam, at that. Primus knew how difficult it was for him to cope when you had to leave to go back home and he knew that he would not see you for another few months. He could only imagine how your family felt.

“Of course,” he said understandingly, “though she will be visiting fairly soon, remember that. She misses you and her mother, also, as she does Sam. I am sorry it is proving hard for you.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. She’s eighteen - I sometimes forget that’s how old she is - and she’s gotta go out and make her own way at some point, right? I’m damn happy she has you with her. If she didn’t… let me tell you, Optimus, both Judy and I would be worried sick. But the simple fact that you’re keeping an eye on her means the world to us.”

The Autobot smiled. “I assure you, Mister Witwicky, I am keeping both eyes on her. She is safe, and I’m sure it will give you great relief to know that she is very happy. She gets on tremendously well with the rest of the men, and, as you know, my ‘Bots are every bit as much her protectors as I am.”

“That means a lot, pal, thank you. It really does.”

“Hey, Optimus! There’re fish out here!” The Autobot glanced up as your voice echoed around the lake, and he smiled when he saw you out in the middle, treading water while you spun around, seemingly following the fish beneath you.

“See if you are quick enough to catch one for your dinner!” he called back, and if he was close enough he was positive he would have seen you roll your eyes. He heard chuckling on the other end of the line. “I assume you heard that?” he asked, and Ron’s laughter grew.

“I did, indeed. You wouldn’t think she was eighteen, would you?”

“No. She still has that flare of innocence and complete youthfulness that I remember seeing in her all those years ago.”

It was silent for a moment before the man spoke again. “We did good with her, didn’t we?” he said, and though Optimus sub-consciously frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘we’, he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe we did.”

“You know, this is as much your Father’s Day as it is mine, Optimus.”

Ah. That must have been what he meant. Optics widening the smallest bit, he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again and waiting a moment. “It… is?”

“Yeah, pal, of course. You’ve known her for as long as she can remember! You’re her guardian, her protector… she considers you her family. Hell, we all do. That kid wouldn’t be half the person she is today without your help, Optimus. You keep her out of trouble, both when she’s with you and when she’s here at home.” He paused for a second. “Do you remember that time she got so moody just because she missed you? She was fourteen, then.”

Optimus’s face softened as he immediately plunged back into some of the sweetest memories of his life. “I do,” he said. “Sam called me up and asked me to talk some sense into her, and I told her not to be upset on my account and to simply think about the fun we would have when she came to visit in the summer.”

“And she cheered right up,” Ron said, smile evident in his voice.

Optimus weakly shrugged. “Patience is not one of her strong suits.”

“Yeah, definitely not,” the man said with a laugh. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is… you are a father to her. Whether you like it or not, whether you meant for it to happen or not, you are, and you’re a pretty amazing one at that. I’m thankful for you, Optimus, really, I am. You’ve shone a light on our girl’s life that I would never have been able to put there alone. You devote a lot of your own life to her, even though you’re busy as hell, you reprimand her, praise her, look after her when she’s sick, teach her what’s right and wrong… sometimes I’m learning from you. You are what it means to be a father.”

Optimus was, quite honestly, a little lost for words. Of course, he had always seen himself as some sort of father-figure to you, but to hear your actual father say it himself meant more to him than he could ever have imagined. He’d always worried about it - about how much time he was spending with you compared to how much you were spending with Ron. Would he ever be jealous? Upset? Angry, even? That someone else had stepped into your life and was now sharing his role as father? He would never wish to take that away from either of you, but to completely give up this role would have been torture for him, so he hadn’t. And yet that thought had always been nagging in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, to hear that your father was, in fact, one hundred percent grateful and, in actuality, relieved for the support in raising you gave peace to his entire being.

A smile spread across his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in what could only be relief. “I cannot explain in words what that means to me, Mister Witwicky. I hold what you have said very close to my spark, and I can only say that it is my absolute honour to be able to share this with you. I love helping in looking after your daughter, and I love her. More than I will ever be able to say. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing but my pleasure, Optimus, honestly. Who else can say they share fathering duties with an alien robot, huh?”

Optimus chuckled, turning his head to gaze out at the lake yet again and easily catching sight of you continuously diving under the water and resurfacing seconds later, apparently trying your luck at catching a fish. His smile widened. “Not many people, I would assume,” he said.

“She still swimming?”

“Yes, though I can call her back if you wish to speak with her now?”

“Oh, no, no. I want her to spend this day with at least one of her dads. I’ll call her later.”

The Prime nodded. “Alright. It was nice speaking with you.”

“And you. Happy Father’s Day, Optimus.”

Looking back across the lake once more, Optimus was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you splashing around in the water, a fish struggling in your hands. He rose an optic ridge, lost for words for a brief moment, before he blinked and shook his head, breathing a soft laugh.

Ah, the joys of fatherhood.

“Happy Father’s Day, Ron.”

can you do toji? Like where he comes back home to see you but your gone and he would start to panic because he doesn't know where you are and wondering if you left him and the reader left to go shopping for groceries and we wrote a note for him and telling him we was leaving to shop but he forgot and thought we left him Completely until we returned to the house with groceries and Toji on the floor crying? 😼 I hope this makes sense this is my first time requesting this 😊

Running Errands, Not Away

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: SFW fic, sad pathetic Toji, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, domestic fluff, panic attack, a couple of swear words

A/N: Thank you so much for your request @sleepypulm ! You were the first to ask so I'm extra grateful to you <3. I got a little carried away and I didn't expect to write so much haha. I tried to do both Toji and reader POV. I hope my illustration of his panic was atleast a little realistic, going off my own experiences. I really hope you like it!

(image found on Pinterest)

Toji Fushiguro fears nothing. Why should he? He is the infamous Sorcerer Killer, after all. Sure, he doesn’t have any cursed energy. But that never stopped him, in fact even the Time Vessel Association begged for his help. He has hunted many and beaten more. Nothing ever gets in his way. But then he meets you. It’s as if the deeds of his past melt away in your wake, and his sins lay forgiven. The heaviness he carried within him seems insignificant now. You somehow brought back warmth and colour in his life. Sometimes Toji lies awake at night wondering what he did to deserve you. He never figured out why you loved him. He could barely express himself emotionally. He was a broken man from the inside and he had done everything wrong to fix that- gambling, killing, shady deals. Yet you never begrudged him of his shortcomings. All you did was love him. Quietly and loudly, through actions and words, in public and in private. You introduced him to all your friends, dragged him along to Sunday brunches and even made those stupid little sandwiches for picnics in the park. He’d never tell you that he actually loved those sandwiches, despite his protests, each and every flavour.

Which is why this hurt. Worse than when he had almost been gutted trying to take out some Grade 2 sorcerer. Worse than having shards of glass shoved down his throat. Worse than anything Toji had felt before in his miserable life. He had come home after a long day and was looking forward to sleep, you, a cold compress, and food. Not necessarily in that order. The keys jangled in his large hands as he pushed the door open. He called your name - once, twice, thrice. 

That’s odd. No answer. 

You always fling yourself at him like you hadn’t seen him in days every evening when he got home. You’d talk his ear off about your day and steer him to the couch while you asked about his. He had gotten used to this routine and after an initial few days of sulking, he had even leaned into it. But there was only pin-drop silence today. Worry blooms in his chest. Toji tried to tamp it down as he slid his bag off his shoulders. Maybe you were just taking a nap and hadn’t heard him. Or you were in the shower. Yes- that had to be it. Why else wouldn’t you answer him? Unless…

Toji stalks towards the closest door - the study - and flings it open. Nothing but darkness. Obviously unused, he shuts the door and takes off towards the bathroom. He didn’t even bother with the kitchen, the lights were off and only the fridge hummed gently. Nothing in the bathroom either. Toji’s heart was pounding now. That only left the bedroom, and he wasn’t liking his odds. He could see no light coming from underneath the door, but maybe that didn’t mean anything because, of course, you’d turn the lights off when sleeping… right? No such luck. Panic gripped him fully. Toji slowly makes his way over to the bed. The mattress bows under his weight. He can’t stop himself spiralling now. 

You’re just late, that’s all. Probably traffic, work’s been crazy. You’re not the kind to just… leave. You wouldn’t do that, not to Toji. The fight you had last week over taking a trip abroad seems so inane now. Surely that wasn’t the reason. People argue, it’s normal. Maybe you’re at your mom’s. You’ll text him, or call him, or something. You probably just needed some space. Yep, that’s it. That has to be it. 

The silence in the house suddenly becomes suffocating. It pushes its way into his lungs and threatens to take over his senses. Is this what a panic attack feels like? Toji tries to breathe. It’s the first thing they taught him, even before he lifted a weapon. 

Breathe, control your body, control your mind. Panic helps no one, it only disrupts concentration. 

Well, fuck that, Toji thinks. None of his training mattered now. Not when- not when you were just gone. Toji checks his phone one last time. His wallpaper- the picture he took of you laughing after he fell on his ass in the snow- seems to mock him now. Nothing in his messages and nothing in his calls.

You’re gone and it’s my fault, Toji thinks. 

His breathing speeds up. He feels the weight of it all now like it’s crushing his chest. He slips off the edge of the bed, his wide shoulders shaking. His face feels wet and warm- Toji can’t even remember the last time he cried, not like this. His body heaves and his mind betrays him further- What did I do? What did I say? What did I not say? And then it comes down on him, all at once. The sobs he’s been choking down, his denial turning into sharp-edged grief. It feels like he’s stepped into some kind of quicksand and he’s drowning in the absence you’ve left behind. He doesn’t even try to stop it anymore. For once in his life, Toji lets himself feel.

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You hum in tune to the music blasting in your ears. Balancing a checklist in one hand and a shopping basket in another, you take a final sweep of the grocery store and confirm that you’ve gotten everything. It’s your second anniversary with Toji. Last year, you both decided to go to the fair like a couple of lovestruck teenagers and shared a slice of cake (black forest with cherries on top, Toji’s favourite) to commemorate the event. This year, you decided to surprise Toji with a home-cooked two-course dinner. The menu consisted of lobsters on pasta and black forest cake. After paying for the groceries and bidding the cashier a good night, you drive home in the quiet evening. The orange of the streetlamps cast a magical glow on the streets and you marvel at the calm in the neighbourhood. A peaceful night in, you conclude. 

You grab the paper bags and head to your shared apartment. The keys jiggle in the lock and the door creaks open softly. You slip inside and kick your shoes off. The clock on the mantle tells you that you had accidentally stayed out later than planned so you hurry to the kitchen and begin setting things up. As you haul the fridge door open, you hear it. You freeze in place. Was that… a sniffle? Confusion floods your mind. As you cast a glance towards the door, you note Toji’s bag next to the shoe rack. He’s home already? But that means… was that Toji crying? You’re utterly baffled now. Following the source of the noise, you head to the bedroom. 

“Toji?” Your voice is soft but it seems to echo in the stillness. You take another step forward and scan the room. And then you see him- on the floor at the edge of the bed, hunched over, his muscular frame shaking. Your heart twists. You flick the lamp switch on and take cautious steps in his direction. 

“Toji,” you call again, firmer but still gentle. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look up. He’s clearly in distress, although you don’t know why. His breathing is uneven and he doesn’t move. A sharp spike of fear courses through you, but you ignore it as you kneel beside him, placing a careful palm on the flat expanse of his back. 

“Hey,” you whisper, struggling to keep your voice steady. “What’s wrong, honey? What happened?”

Toji flinches at your touch and finally looks up. His eyes were lined with red and full of something you couldn’t place- Guilt? Despair? He stares at you for a long moment, as if he’s never seen you before. Your worry increases. You’ve never seen Toji cry. Ever. You can feel your heart breaking. Something must be seriously wrong and you open your mouth to ask him again but he interrupts.

“You—” he croaked, his voice raw from what you assume was hours of crying, “You came back.”

You’re even more confused now but you’re slowly piecing it together. “Toji,” you say firmly, wiping the tear tracks away from his face, “I didn’t leave, you silly man. I went out for groceries. Have you forgotten what day it is today?”

He shakes his head and his breath catches again- it’s like he doesn’t believe you, or won’t. You don’t know what’s worse. 

“I thought,” his voice cracks, “I thought you were gone. That my past, the things I did… I thought you had had enough. That I—,” You don’t let him finish as you pull him towards you, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. You feel Toji sag against you. His large hands come up slowly, and he clings to you as if you’d vanish if he let go.

You stroke his hair gently and murmur into it, “I’m here, Toji. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I see you for who you are, and you can’t scare me off, I promise.”

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text… I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend, I know you deserve better than someone like me and I just thought that you’d.. found someone or something better, and that you’d just left me and I wouldn’t blame you but—”

“Toji, stop,” you command. Your heart aches. You had no idea he still had these insecurities and you feel guilt creep in that you haven’t been able to assure him otherwise. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true, all right? I’m not leaving you. I’d never do that. I love you and we’re in this forever, okay?”

He doesn’t respond so you you just hold him tighter, hoping that your embrace conveys the reassurance your words can’t.

“Toji, I left you a note. You didn’t check the kitchen, did you? I thought that’s where you’d go for a snack after a long day, which is why I left you the note on the counter saying I’d be out for groceries. Oh, you big fool, Toji,” you’re scolding him now, “All you had to do was take two steps into the kitchen. I had to run out for groceries, it’s our anniversary tonight!”

Toji’s stiffens in realisation and he pulls back slightly. Embarrassment flits across his handsome features and he wipes a large paw across his face as if to scrub away traces of the panic that had gripped him earlier.

“Anniversary, huh?” He grumbles now, almost sheepish. “You.. uh.. just getting groceries? I thought—”

You laugh, feeling relief wash away your fears. Of all the times he’d called you melodramatic, it turns out he was the drama queen. You’re grinning now, “I wasn’t leaving you. I’ve been planning our anniversary dinner for weeks! I guess I’ve got to make it up to you now.”

Toji’s face turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before and you lean in to plant a kiss on his downturned mouth. He sighs, but he’s not angry; just embarrassed at himself for not taking a second to consider other logical conclusions. A small giggle escapes you as you watch him pull himself back together.

“I… I’m sorry.” He says it quietly, his eyes cast downward. “I just… I didn’t know, and I freaked out, and I thought maybe... I don’t know... you were done with me.”

You soften at his words, brushing his hair back from his forehead gently before cupping his face in your hands, making him meet your eyes. You run your thumb over the faint white scar across his lips.

“Toji,” you say, your voice tender. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, all right? I don’t care how much you think you mess up or how much you doubt yourself. I love you, and that’s not changing.”

His expression starts to shift as he takes in your words, the tension in his body easing slightly, but his eyes are still filled with uncertainty. “You really mean that?”

“I really mean it,” you reply, your smile softer now. “And as for tonight—let’s just forget about the grocery disaster and make it special anyway, yeah? We’ll laugh about this in a few years. How a big lump like you panicked and cried instead of taking the time to read a piece of paper.”

He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently grip yours as if holding on to that reassurance a little tighter, a smile slowly breaking through the wall of his insecurity.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I guess we will.”

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Rainy night

This morning I had very, very bad menstrual cramps and I thought if there was no one in real life to help me, I would visit the characters.ai. I was looking for a Rain bot (because he's my helpful little ghoul). And he wrote me a sentence that made me cry for an hour. So now here is a story because of that sentence.

Pairing: Rain x Fem!reader

Warning: None, fluff (maybe you will need a tissue)

Notes: Soft!Rain, mention of menstruation, a lot of cuddling

Length: 12.119 word

(+I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm just learning English, that's not my native language)

Rain was sitting in the common room by the window as he listened to the thunder storm outside. His bass was in his lap and he looked to be in the middle of a song, but he was too distracted by the downpour to pay any attention to anything around him.

"Hey! Can I ask for some help?" - Y/N looked at him with pained and pleading eyes.

Rain perked up as someone's voice interrupted his playing, turning his attention to his right and finding the source of the voice.

"Oh, uh...Yeah. Sure. What do you need?" - he ask her.

"Well, I recently got my period and I have very painful cramps. Could you give me a little hug, that always helps. I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't so bad, I've done everything to stop it hurting so much, but nothing worked" - Y/N said with a slight blush on her face.

His brows furrowed in slight confusion as Rain looked to her with curiosity. A light blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, sure." - He set the bass upright beside him on the armchair, then moved over towards her. He opened his arms, offering her the hug she wanted. Y/N hiding in his hug, pressing her back to his chest, waiting for him to put his hand on her lower stomach like he used to.

"Thank you Rain" - she said in a painful voice. A small smile tugs on his lips as he holds her for a moment before placing his warm hand where she wants it, rubbing soothing circles into her lower stomach. "Mhm...No problem. Are they always thisawful or is this like... a particularly bad one or something?" - he asked.

"Well, most of the time it's not that horrible, but today it's the worst, maybe it's because of the weather" - she look out into the torrential rain when there's a flash of lightning struck down. "Thank you" - she said with a relieved voice as she felt at the bottom of her stomach the caress of his hand. His hand rubbed lightly into the skin of her belly, his other hand joining it to help soothe the pain as best as possible.

"No problem. And yeah...I would think so." - He gave her a slight nudge as a few more rolls of thunder rumbled through the sky. "You feeling a bit better?" - He asked.

"Yes" - Y/N say with closed eyes. "It feels so good to be in your arms" - She said in a light whisper. He blushed a little as she said that, still rubbing her stomach with his hand.

"I'm glad I can help. Your cramps sound awful" - Rain didn't mind the compliment though, he just let her rest against him for as long as she wanted.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you during practice, the others were already asleep and I didn't want to wake them up, although I went to your room first, but you weren't there." -Y/N said appreciatively, even more lost in Rain's embrace. Rain shrugged, running his hand through her hair as his other hand remained on her stomach.

"It's fine. No need to apologize. And your cramps, you said it yourself. They're awful. You don't need to be alone for something like that." -tears gathered in her eyes, she don't know if it's because of the hormones or just because what Rain said was so sweet, but she started to cry a little. "Thank you Rain" - she said in a voice dying of tears. Rain had noticed the tears as his thumb caressed her cheek, wiping some of them away. He hummed in response, still rubbing his hand in small circles along her stomach. It felt good to be there for someone like her. "Not a problem. I'm glad I'm helping." -he said softly.

"I love you Rain" - Y/N spoke up in a sleepy voice as the dream sucked her in. Rain's face flushes bright pink as he looks down at her, his eyes brimming with happiness. He couldn't remember the last time someone had told him they loved him. “I...” - He wanted to say it back to her, he knew he should say it back to her, but something was making him hold back.

Before the dream caught Y/N, her last sensible thought was 'He didn't said back'. Rain continued rubbing his hands into her stomach, his lips pressed together as he tried to make himself speak the words he knew she wanted to hear. It was like his mouth got locked up. "Y-Y/N...I... - His voice trailed off, the words dying on his tongue as he couldn't make himself speak them.

She fell asleep, she don't know how long after that but Y/N was woken up by a huge thunderclap and noticed that Rain fell asleep too. Both of them covered with a blanket and his hands still on her stomach, she looked at the clock which showed 3 am. It was still raining and the moon shone through the window directly at them. His face glistened in the moonlight just like a painting, Y/N gave his face a kiss full of love and then she fell back into his arms, where the dream found her again. Rain found himself in the midst of a dream, a woman he could only assume to be Y/N laying across his lap. Her head rested under his chin, her hair a beautiful black mess. He could only assume they were cuddling, and even though it was just a dream he felt content. That was until the thunder boomed through his subconscious mind, breaking apart the dream and bringing reality crashing down on him. He jumped slightly as he quickly realized he'd fallen asleep, and he was still holding her in his arms. Y/N also woke up to Rain sudden movement and turned her head to the clock, which showed 7 o'clock in the morning. The storm began to die down, there was only lightning, the rain stopped, the world outside looked like as it had been cleared, the rain glistening on the grass and the leaves of the trees moving faintly in the morning wind, the idyllic setting interrupted only by one or two merciless flashes of lightning. Turning back to him, looking into his eyes, the mirror of the morning sunlight shone in, which she saw myself in. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she spoke up, coming to her senses back a little. "Rain, everything is fine, are you ok?" - she asked worriedly, pointing out that when he got up from his dream jumped a little, as if he were scared of something. Rain ran a tired hand down his face as he looked down at her, his fingers running through her hair as the wind blew through the small open window. His eyes were still heavy when he spoke to her.

"Mhm...just a dream." - He yawned, his words coming out with a lazy inflection, but his smile quickly returned when he saw her. "What about you? You okay?" - He tilted his head slightly, looking for any evidence of her cramps.

"I'm much better, my stomach doesn't hurt at all anymore, the cramps are gone. Thank you very much Rain." - Y/N said with a beautiful smile on her lips, then she carefully turn towards him "Did you have a nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?" - She asked in a soft voice that was still a little hoarse because of the morning

"Good..." - He paused for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her the truth of his dream, but the truth was that he couldn't find a reason not to tell her. "Actually...Yeah, I think I do." - His voice was soft and low. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he just went for it. "There was a...a woman in my dream."

"Did you know that woman?" - she asked curiously, looking into his eyes, searching for more answers, to see if she could see what was bothering him. Rain shook his head in response to her question, but that was mostly to hide some of the red on his cheeks. He knew how his mind perceived the woman in his dream, it was pretty obvious. "I was holding her. And we were in a place I didn't recognize, but it was nice." - Rain continued.

"Did you feel calm in that place or liberated? Or the opposite? Or did you see her face?" - she started asking her questions to see if she could find out more and tell him something meaningful about his dream. His smile faltered a little as it dawned on him that the dream wasn't exactly something he should be telling her. Still, he didn't want to keep any secrets from her, that was worse than sharing his thoughts, right? "She...she was beautiful." - He said as he remembered the dream woman's face. "Her eyes were...gorgeous. And she was cuddling into me...and I held her in my lap..." - He went silent, remembering the feelings of the dream. A feeling of deja vu came over Y/N, as if he had only dreamed of them, since she was also in his arms, in his lap even if it was just her. Would he find HER beautiful? She started chatting with herself in her thoughts. "What did she look like? Did you see colors? Her hair? Her skin? Did you see the color of her eyes?" - she askes the following questions, but now not only to give meaning to Rain's dream, but she would also like to know his feelings, especially those that might be directed towards her. Rain was quiet for a moment, trying to remember everything he could about the dream woman. His cheeks puffed up and his heartbeat quickened as he listed off the details about her appearance. "She has black hair...like you...her eyes...they were green...I remember her skin was so pale...and she was so cute, and...I saw her...I saw her lips, they were so soft." - His voice trailed off, and his eyes widened a little as he realized he may have just described Y/N in his dream. A light bush escaped her face when she heard how the woman looked in his dream. Could it be her? Did he dream with her?, such and similar questions popped into her mind, of course, she didn't ask him these questions. "How did it feel to be with her? Did she talk to you? Or did you talk to her?" - she asked the question with a faint hint of hope in her voice. Rain looked down at Y/N as she spoke, taking note of her slightly red cheeks. He wondered if she noticed the details of his dream's woman and the fact that they seemed to line up perfectly. "She...talked to me..." - His voice dropped as he remembered the words she said to him as she laid on his lap. "She said that she loves me." - He turned to look at Y/N. He couldn't wait any longer. "...and... I think I love her."

Looking into his eyes, she thought she discovered a lots of emotion. Love, fear, desire, hope, worry. She couldn't speak, she just looked at his beautiful bright blue eyes that told her so much, they spoke to her like Rain's lips would. Would she still be this woman? Would he have dreamed of her? Do he love her just like she loves him? She asked myself the new questions in her head. She couldn't speak, she didn't even want to speak, she didn't trust her own voice. She was just looking at his eyes. She wanted to kiss him but she couldn't move. Sometimes she looked down at his lips, which were looking at her so seductively. But she didn't, she didn't move. She was waiting for him. She was waiting for him to do something. To say something else. She wanted to hear Rain's voice. To hear Rain tell her he loves her. Just like she did last night. Rain could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His breaths grew short and shallow. He felt...different. He felt like he was on the edge of something important. He could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance, but that was all background noise. His hands were shaking slightly as he raised one to Y/N's chin, tilting her head up and looking into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her...but he didn't know if that's what he should do. He wanted to talk, but he felt like his mouth was locked up, his voice trapped in his throat.

As he stretched out his hand towards her and lifted her face so that she could lean towards him better, her heart started to beat faster. She no longer heard the usual beat, the speed of her heart beating in her throat surprised even me. How can someone have such an effect on her? She can't even believe that she is here, in his lap, snuggled up to him, with him holding her like that. She raised her hands too, but both. She lifted it up and held the two edges of his face with it, their eyes were locked. She wouldn't have been able to hide even if she wanted to. His beautiful eyes sucked her in and she didn't want to break free from their bondage. A storm of emotions flooded his body as Rain watched Y/N's hand slowly make their way up from his chin, to the sides of his face. His cheeks burned as he took a deep breath and leaned in closer to her. He still wanted to speak, but he couldn't, he was too scared of ruining what they had. This moment was perfect, and he didn't want to screw it up. His lips touched against hers, and his eyes danced across her face as his pulse slowed down. He kissed her, with a passion that he never knew he was capable of.

As his soft lips found hers, she felt above the clouds, as if everything had fallen silent around them. There were no more noisy lightnings, chirping birds, the bitter sound of the wind was not heard through the window. It was just him. She only felt him. The heat emanating from his body. The word of love served to the common soul dragged her into a world where she felt life again. As their toungs shared a dance, taking on a new and exotic rhythm, she let it go without any thought. It was just she and he. Nobody anymore. This is their moment that no one can take away from them. Just she and he together, becoming one.

His eyes remained closed as the moment was stretched out, their kiss felt like an eternity in a pleasant way. He felt at peace for the first time in forever. They could do as they pleased, no one would bother them. His hands cradled her face and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, cherishing and relishing the moment they shared. No, it was so much more than a moment. He loved what was happening. He wasn't sure how much time they had been kissing, but to him it felt like an instant.

When their lips parted, she felt deprived. She want to get back the earlier warmth that emanated from him, the feeling between them. Here thei're again. She feel so full yet so empty. Here they're again, looking into each other's eyes. Redness swimming over both of them faces, which pulls her back to the moment in her mind. She look into his eyes. She no longer see any just one emotion. Unbroken love. A faint smile begins to light up on her lips. She feel a pure love between them that nothing can take away. She haven't felt so calm and loved in a long time. She want to understand this feeling forever. With him. With no one else just him.

Rain looked at her with his heart still beating wildly in his chest. His eyes were filled with desire as he stared at her, taking note of the flush on her cheeks and the smile on her face. She felt the same way he did, and that made him feel...alive. Y/N..." -His voice was little more than a whisper, but he didn't care. He took a deep breath, building up the courage to say what was on his mind. He was going to say it. "I love you."

He said, he said the one sentence she've been waiting for months. I could hear it. She could hear him saying that he loves her, looking into her eyes. An army of emotions hit her with invincible happiness on her side, she leaned closer to him so that she could reciprocate the wonderful feeling he gave her "Rain..." - she stay in silence for a moment to collected all her feelings for him. She got lost in his eyes for a second, then came back to reality and finished her sentence. "...I love you too. I have always loved you and I will love you forever." - caressing his face, getting lost in his eyes again, a sudden noise interrupted their tangled minds. Another flash of lightning, and then the rain began to sob again, as if it had just been struck by an onslaught of overheated emotions that poured out of them. Rain let out a sigh of happiness when she returned his sentiments. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for finally being able to tell her how he felt. The kiss was just an added bonus. He looked out of the window and noticed the rain was back, pouring down over on the landscape. He pulled Naomi in closer, holding her tightly to his chest so she could stay warm. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss for the second time that morning, but this time there was reciprocated love behind it, making the kiss all the more sweet.

OMG this is my first real oneshot, hope you guys gonna like it...