#CRIES INTO MY HANDS THEYRE SO SWEET

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i hate flashlight duo i hope they explode

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what an enjoyable and heartwarming musical nerds chapter with only really one scene that made me sad ! i sure hope the ending isn't completely soul crushing and leaves me dying on the side of the road !

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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- i’m a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted 🥹 UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR 👹if it’s okay, may i request another fic with the same couple 🙈 perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo 🫶

Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?

Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)

warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.

authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship

There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted. 

He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didn’t even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck. 

Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?

Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been she’d been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin. 

He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again. 

They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest. 

“UnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,” Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him. 

Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.

They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time they’d arrived on the scene. 

She’d gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been. 

Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henry’s phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men. 

They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wrids’ daughter had been one of them.

Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to. 

Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldn’t help but feel sorry for, one she couldn’t help but think wasn’t entirely wrong in his actions. 

“Bobbie Wrids,” Tara’s voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, “This is the FBI, we’d like to talk,” 

They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently. 

Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSub’s arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the father’s face. 

He was grieving. He was grieving his little girl’s death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet. 

“Bobbie,” Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henry’s beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. “We’re going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-”

They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henry’s skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, “Don’t come any closer, this pig isn’t worth your mercy,”

“We know,” She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. “We know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.”

His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry. 

“They hurt my little girl,” Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, “She was my girl. She was only eighteen.” 

She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage. 

“I know, I’m so sorry for what happened to her,” She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, “I’m so sorry,” 

“He doesn’t deserve mercy, none of them did,” Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henry’s trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him. 

She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them. 

“Bobbie, listen, I know they didn’t deserve to walk free, okay?” She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, “But she wouldn’t want this for you, would she?”

The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob. 

“Come on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,” She begged, because she wasn’t beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, “Please,”

Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencer’s eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbie’s hand. 

“Please,” She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbie’s shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter. 

Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights. 

Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didn’t care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldn’t lay a hand on her since she wasn’t part of his list. He didn’t care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughter’s description. Spencer didn’t care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible. 

His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way he’d feared. Because she had grabbed him. She’d pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was. 

Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed. 

“Agent,” His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didn’t listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him. 

“It’s going to be okay, you’re okay,” She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasn’t still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands. 

“They killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,” He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, “No one would listen, the police didn’t listen, I had to do something,”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry,” This was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, “I’m listening. Tell me about her,” 

“She was so beautiful,” Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. “She never hurt a soul,”

She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip. 

“I’m sorry,” She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, “I can help you,”

He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the man’s hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if it were true. 

He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didn’t see the jeopardy she was putting herself in. 

Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years. 

“You’re a sweet girl,” He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. “But no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,”

And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.

—

She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldn’t open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe. 

She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbie’s body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe. 

It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbie’s body growing larger by the second. 

“I don’t understand,” She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing. 

But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late. 

“You’re in shock, you need to breathe,” A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them. 

She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when they’re overwhelmed. 

“I don’t-” She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, “I don’t understand, I was going to help him- I don’t understand- why?”

“I know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,” Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone he’d taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since she’d driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadn’t left his face since he’d gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new. 

“Spencer, I don’t- I don’t get it,” She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, “Spencer, I don’t under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-”

“Shhh, you need to breathe,” He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where she’d just been front row seats to a messy suicide, “Come on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,”

But she wasn’t listening, and he wasn’t offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them. 

Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them. 

He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently. 

“Just breathe, hey, look at me,” He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, “You need to calm down, you’re going to faint if you don’t breathe,”

She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands. 

“Spencer, I don’t understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,” She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt. 

His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didn’t want to face what was going to happen when they left that building. 

Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him. 

–

She hadn’t smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk ‘incase she needed something nice to think about,’

She hadn’t looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldn’t do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelope’s sake that she would put it to good use. 

He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard. 

They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasn’t listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign. 

He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, “What do you want to drink?” 

She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, “Hot chocolate, please,” 

And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes. 

Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didn’t. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested. 

But Spencer had had enough. He’d worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again. 

It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadn’t slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible. 

He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because he’d asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything). 

The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasn’t sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright. 

He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet. 

“Just a second,” He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadn’t seen since he’d helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance. 

She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock. 

“Oh my god, Spencer!” She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class A’s, “I never knew you had a dog,” 

“I don’t,” He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canine’s ear, “This is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handler’s number. They said he’s the happiest dog in the world,” 

 “I would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,” She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing. 

And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin. 

Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dog’s jowls to gently push him down. 

“Oh, you are the sweetest guy,” She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, “Yes you are, you’re the sweetest little guy around, huh?” 

She chuckled, scratching down the mutt’s neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than she’d realised. 

“Petting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?” Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point. 

Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so off lately, I just can’t sleep at the moment-”

 “Don’t apologise,” He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, “What happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,” 

She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, “You wouldn’t,”

His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadn’t sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didn’t think she was actually capable of that emotion. 

She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day he’d held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.

“You’re so brave, Spencer, you’re like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I can’t even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,” She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, “I wish I was like you,”

His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise. 

“Do you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?” Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off. 

She wouldn’t blame him for hating her. She’d always worried, until perhaps that day they’d gotten into her car and she’d driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him. 

“I’m sorry-” She started, but he shook his head.

“Stop apologising,” He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, “I don’t want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,” 

She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, “Really?”

He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, “Yes, really.” Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, “We all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,”

She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again. 

“You don’t think I’m too sensitive?” She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his. 

Spencer shook his head, “Sensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,” 

Her smile was blinding, because she’d never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasn’t stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub he’d tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all. 

But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself if she did. He’d protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him. 

She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, “Tea?”

Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didn’t stop him from thinking about it, though. 

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Seventeen as dads part 2

Seventeen as Dads Part 1 Seventeen Masterlist

→Choi SeungCheol

“Appa, are you hurt?” Siah gets on Seungcheols back as your husband laid on the couch. He just groans in response.

He had gotten drunk the night before and had a horrible hangover happening.

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you” Siah, the older child says and rushed to her room to bring out her doctors kit.

Cheol manages to open his eyes, but his head still throbbing.

Siah walks into the living room with a toy stethoscope around her little neck and a toy injection in the other hand.

Cheol sees his baby bringing all her doctor toys to him and chuckles. “Are you here to take care of me doctor?”

“I will fix you” she says. “Where does it hurt?”

A smiling cheol points to his forehead. “Here doctor”

She takes the toy injection in the other hand and directly puts it on his forehead. This makes seungcheol laugh. “Thank you doctor, you’re so nice”

→Yoon Jeonghan

“Catch it, catch it” Jeonghan pulls at the rod, with the fish flapping as soon as its out of water.

The fish accidentally slap your 4 year old son in the face. “It's slippery” he says trying his best to catch the fish. Everytime the fish is in his hands, the next second it slips out. You watch on the whole spectacle laughing.

After the boys are done catching 2 fish, your boys rushed to show you.

“Now we eat them” jeonghan says

Horror spread across the 4 year old boys face. He immediately starts whining as jeonghan laughs.

“We can’t eat them, theyre our friends!” The little one yells at his dad.

“Tell him!” He also yells at you to defend him as he cries.

“What do we eat then now? Aren’t you hungry?” Jeonghan asks him touching his sons belly.

“No!” The baby says with every conviction in him.

“What do we do with these fish?”

“Take them back home and raise them”

“They’re already dead”

This earns your husband a playful smack to his arm. “Don’t say that” as both of you try to stifle giggles.

→Hong Joshua

“Happy Birthday Dojoonie” your husband, Joshua, wishes his elder son who turned 6 today.

Little did he know, he had a Surprise waiting for him outside in the yard.

"We have a surprise waiting for you outside" you tell him and his little legs rush to take him to the front yard.

"No way" He screams in excitement.

It was a toy car that he could drive.

"Hey, Hey, mister, safe driving only" you say as he gets on the car.

He drives exactly like Joshua. You giggle at that. "He has the same driving face as you" you say to Joshua looking at your son driving away.

"I don't have a driving face" he defends.

"You do!" and you mimic the face he makes while he concentrates on driving.

"He's learning everything from me" Joshua exclaims.

"Im glad, you're a wonderful man Joshua"

"Thank you for saying that, darling" he says wrapping his hand around your torso while you look at your son not braking in time and crashing.

"And thats a crash" you say and both of you rush to him to do damage control.

→Wen JunHui

"It won't hurt, I promise"

Your son is wailing and hiccuping through his sobs, he is terrified of his tooth falling. It's his first milk tooth and that tooth has been dangling for 2 weeks now.

He has a birthday party to attend and he wants to eat everything and anything but the tooth won't let him. So Jun came up with a solid idea of pulling it out himself. As much as I am against it, you kid really wants it taken out but is also scared of it.

"See, we're going to tie this tooth to this floss and the other end to the door handle okay? then you can push the door shut when you're ready, the tooth will fall out" your husband calmly explains.

The boy looks terrified.

"It won't hurt, promise" he says.

Your son holds your hand tight as Jun ties the floss to the door.

"3" his grip on your hand tightens.

"2" his jaw clenches.

"1"

your son kicks the door and the tooth comes out in one swift motion. Your son is ecstatic as he rushed to your side to hug you.

"I did it mama"

"You did, my sweet boy, now you can eat all the hard candies you want at Dojoon's birthday!" you say and he smiles at you front tooth missing, You giggle at his missing tooth.

"What about daddy, I did all the heavy lifting" Jun sulks.

→Kwon Hoshi

Your son jiho has been climbing everything he can reach, he's at that age where his feet are faster than his body. This time he was climbing the kitchen counter making steps out of the drawers. Its dangerous.

"soonyoung, he's been climbing everything, we need to change in child safety on the drawers, it's all broken now"

"I'll get them on the way back from work tomorrow"

Soonyoung sits in front of Jiho with a tiger soft toy, Jiho's favourite.

Soonyoung pretends to voice the tiger and starts talking to jiho.

"Jiho, its me, your favourite tiger, your dad can't hear us"

This snaps Jiho's attention to the tiger. He smiles at the tiger and says the cutest hi.

"Your dad told me you've been climbing chairs and drawers, you shouldn't do that, it is dangerous"

"dangers?"

"yes, dangerous, you could fall and give yourself a ouchie then the doctor will give you an injection"

"no injection"

"You shouldn't climb"

"I'll go now" soonyoung says to jiho in the tiger voice.

"Tiger told me not to climb" he tells his dad immediately.

"It speaks?"

"Only I can hear him, he's my best friend that's why"

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

→Jeon Wonwoo

"Daddy its torn, its torn" your 4 year old comes to you and your husband in the living room talking about his day.

"What's torn honey?" you ask looking down at her. Your daughter holds up Ms. Kiki.

Your sweet sweet baby girl, Min ju, had this one teddy bear she carried around everywhere. Ms. Kiki. It was her emotional support soft toy. She'd bring it to trips, to restaurants and even to the doctors, where she needed it the most.

"Ms. Kiki" she was bawling her eyes out. Wonwoo takes her in his lap. You inspect the tear, it was just a tear on the stitch, a few hand stitches should do the trick.

"Can I do it after I come back?" you had to head out to a meeting in some time.

she starts to whine a little again.

"Daddy will do it" wonwoo chimes and she becomes happy again.

"Ill fetch you the sewing kit, just stitch it here," you tell him showing him where.

The father daughter duo sit side by side, as Minju waits for her dad to sew it slowly.

he pricks himself with the needle the first try and hisses.

"Does it hurt daddy?" Min ju asks.

"Not it doesn't its a pinch" he says and continues sewing while you change into your work clothes.

"After 5 minutes he was done. "Tada!" wonwoo holds up the bear to minju, she was ecstatic.

You were ready to go and stopped by wonwoo to see what he did, and he did a pretty good job.

"Good job!" you praise him.

"Daddy is the bear doctor"

"Bear doctor sounds like a great title"

→Lee Jihoon

You had come to visit Woozi's studio with your 3 year old Daughter Jia, Jihoon wanted to show her his new studio with a lot of lights, he thought the baby would enjoy it.

The light projecting stars and colourful galaxies, he called it the universe factory. Quite a cute name. He was the hottest looking man when he was in his studio focusing and working. One of the reasons you fell for him.

"So? How do you like it?" he asks.

"It looks beautiful, it's so pretty" looking up in wonder.

Your baby, Jia also is looking up adoring the roof and pointing to the stars she sees.

"Stars!"

"So pretty" your child mumbles.

Your daughter now was in his lap, pushing all buttons possible and some beats and sound start to come out of the speakers. Almost like she was making music herself.

"She seems like a natural" he says to her and takes her off the keys before she deletes important files.

"A few years, she'll come for your job Mr. producer"

→Lee Dokyeom

"It's mommy birthday so we're going to bake a cake, but you have to promise me princess you're not going to eat the cake before that" Dokyeom sternly but the 2 year old babbling baby only looks up to see her boba eyes staring at him.

"You're too cute to scold" he says and starts making the cake.

Midway through the icing, Dokyeom was too focus on making the icing, he didn't realise the other side of the icing on the cake was getting eaten, little by little.

Your daughter's little fingers had swiped away at the icing one by one making a big icing mine in the cake. The back of the cake was eaten and ruined, but Dokyeom could not get angry at her. She looked too cute with icing all over her face.

"Here's a strawberry" Dokyeom tells her and hands her a strawberry to eat while he tries to save the cake.

"Finally done, you think mom would like it?" Dokyeom holds the cake to his toddler. "mmh" she hums to the strawberry she had in hand.

You had just returned from a long day of work, all you wanted was to cuddle your two main babies and go to sleep.

You come back to a dark living room and a startling noise.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday Baby!" Dokyeom says with your precious daughter in his arms and a strawberry cake.

"What's with the cake?" you ask looking up at him, then realising your little princess probably ate while making it.

Her hands held a half eaten strawberry as you take her from your husband and shower her with kisses.

"What about me!" Dokyeom sulks and you shower him with kisses too.

"Best Birthday ever"

→Kim Mingyu

Bora haas been wanting a make up set like you have for ages. Mingyu promised to get her a kids make up set on the way back from work today, and he did.

Bora was so excited she started to jump around the living room.

It was a cute toy, with a mirror and brushes and everything. You just hoped it's goes okay on her skin and doesn't damage it.

"Thank you! Thank you!" her little frame hugs Mingyu.

She opens the kit and gets everything out.

"Appa, do you want to be the first customer of my salon?" she says.

He pretends to be a customer. "Hello, I would like a make over please" he says in a fake customer voice that makes your daughter giggle.

She happily obliges and puts this towel in his collar for his shirt. Quite thoughtful.

Bora roughly brushes over his face with some powder from the kit, being careful with it ends up going into mingyu's mouth and he blows raspberries to get it out.

"What kind of a salon is this?" he says giggling. Bora only laughs.

She finishes her masterpiece with a lipstick on her dad's face. a little over drawn but cute nevertheless.

"Tada!" she says as she holds up the mirror to his face.

"Do you feel beautiful daddy?"

"I feel so beautiful baby" he says and Bora runs to her room to bring one of her play wigs to put on her dad's head.

It was a golden bright wig with pigtails to complete the look.

You sneakily take a picture on your phone as you laugh.

Bora laughs too. "Daddy you look like a clown"

This comment makes you laugh even more coming from your daughter.

"Let's go mommy next!" Mingyu suggests with playful evil eyes and you almost run away before mingyu could catch you.

→Xu Minghao

"Daddy, it's tea time, cmon! cmon!" your younger daughter grabs your husbands hand and drags him to her room.

"Why am I not invited?" you pout.

"it's only for daddy"

She's seen Minghao do his tea ceremony often. He stopped a while before, but once your daughter was born, Minghao and your daughter started play dates where they would pretend to drink tea, you found it cute.

"How is daycare?"

"No one likes to play tea party" she complains as you watch this interaction.

The little girl pours the 'tea' its just water, into the her father's cup and her cup.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, but I have you to play with me"

"You do, I'll play tea party with you all day" Minghao says picking up the cup and putting it to his lips.

"Appa, stick your little finger out, like this" she says and demonstrates.

"Ah yes, how can I forget" he says and does as told.

Your daughter really had him wrapped around her little finger. It was adorable to watch.

→Boo Seungkwan

"Stand here and shoot" seungkwan tells your 7 yer old son.

You were at the basketball court where seungkwan was teaching your son, Channie.

"Shoot, don't get on your toes" he yells at him from the sideline.

He finally makes a score and you cheer. Seungkwan looks very satisfied with himself.

"Let's do a mother son vs dad" you suggest and run into the court to start a match.

"Oh its on"

You jump on seungkwans back while his guard is down and, it becomes difficult for him to steal the ball from Chan and Chan scores. You put both your hands up in the air in celebration.

"Your dad's not that great at this after all" you say sassily to your husband kissing his cheek from the back.

"we'll see, we'll see, get off me! no cheating this time" he warns with a playful smile.

"We'll try"

This time you decide to take both his hands in yours and literally pull him away from the court while your son attempts to score. He misses twice and Seungkwan pretends to escape to save the ball.

Chan finally scores and seungkwan doesn't let your hand go though.

"We won!" you exclaim in your husbands face.

"Come here sneaky" he says wrapping his hands around your waist, not letting you go.

"You're not going to score this time" he says and throws you over his shoulder and grabs your son by the torso holding him with his arm.

It was all laughs and giggles.

→Choi Vernon

"AAH" you hear a shriek coming from the living room. It was your husband Vernon, running to the bedroom to you.

"There's a bug on the wall, bug on the wall"

You can deal with smaller bugs, so you walk out confidently, assuming it's a smaller bug, but it was indeed a big bug.

Your 4 year old Derek, had come out of his room hearing the shriek.

"It's a bug?" he asks, while you hold a container to catch the bug and Vernon hiding behind you, neither of you taking any action to actually catch the bug.

"Derek will catch it for you" your son says in third person and bravely goes to the bug, climbing the couch to for his little hands to get to it.

"Are you sure he's my son?"

"What do you mean? Of course he's your son!" you exclaim.

You see Derek picking up the bug by its wings and asking you to stretch the container, you outstretch your hand with the container as far as you could. The bug really gave you the ice and made your body shudder.

"Done! Here's your new home bug!" Your 4 year old talks to the bug that's now in the container.

You and Vernon share a look.

"Aw my baby, protects me from bugs" you pat Dereks back.

"That was nothing" he boasts, trying to impress his mom.

Lee Chan

"What do you think?" you husband, Chan, had just shared with you the most evil plan to prank your daughter. He wanted you in on it.

"She's going to cry" you warn him.

"It's a prank, we'll teach her to be a good sport" he justifies.

"You father daughter do what you want" you let it go. You eerily sound like what your mom used to say and that makes you chuckle internally.

"Okay, I'm gonna go hide it all"

The living room was a mess with all of Yu Na toys as she played in the living room.

"Yu Na" her father appears from the bedroom, "I have to tell you something"

Yu Na thinks its batch time and start whining, she hates bath time.

"It's something else" Chan clears and she calms down.

"Appa was hungry, so Appa ate something that was Yu Na's" he starts.

"My chocolate cake?" she asks in her little voice.

"There's chocolate cake in the fridge?" he looks surprised.

"Yeah, Uncle Dokyeom brought it yesterday"

"Ah, did he? I didn't eat that"

"What did you eat?"

"I ate all your halloween candy"

She looked like she was about to cry, her lips even turned downward. but what came out of her mouth was so precious.

"You were hungry?"

"Yes baby, I was"

"It's okay because you were hungry. You are supposed to eat when you're hungry and I love you so it's okay"

Chan and you were stunned to hear that. She hugs Chan and you give him a heartfelt look.

"This prank turned out wholesome" he says to you.

"Daddy didn't eat all your candies, we were just joking" you explain to your child.

"Just joking?"

"Yeah, we can have some after dinner" the little girl leapt in excitement and ran into the kitchen.

"We're raising the sweetest girl"

"All thanks to you, my love" he takes your hand and you smile at him.

____

I've been writing this ALL day, this is like 13 fics, I had so much fun though.

[a66-1]

HI OMG i just read all your stuff and theyre so GOOD AGHH!;!3)2):&;&??? and for any requests how about another docile!simon because hes SOO CUTE IM IN LOOVEE or a childhood!best friend 😮‍💨😮‍💨

crying and throwing up bc AHH

tysm omg..

it's giving I should do both of these

Childhood bestfriend!Simon (who's a docile soul) x Reader.

a/n: major fluff ❤️

what was a661 listening to? (Homesick by Noah Kahan, Sugar Sweet by Benson Boone, Young Blood by Noah Kahan, Like Real People Do by Hoizer)

Unedited and not proofread

Simon and you go way back, and I mean way back. You knew this boy since he learned how to tie his shoe. (Unsurprisingly you had to teach him because what the heck are you doing to the laces?)

You lived slightly south of Manchester, and only really saw Simon when your parents met up every month or so, but you and Simon were essentially locked at the hip when you two were around each other. Pinkies bound together as you walked around the pond, watching the swans swim in the water. His smile was always so.. Soft. Never a big, excited smile. One where you knew he was comfortable.

His older brother always scoffed at the two of you, opting to stick by his parents and yours as they sat on a bench, as they talked amongst themself. Simon Unhooked his pinkie from yours as he bent by a few rocks, looking through them.

"Hey, come 'ere." He gestured you over. You crouched next to him. He picked a few weed flowers, and plopped on the ground to tie the bottoms together. When he was done, he handed them to you.

"There! For you. They're really pretty." He smiled softly, as you took them. You laughed quietly, and hugged him.

"Thank you, Si." You said quietly, before pecking his cheek. You heard your mom yell at you to get your hands off eachother, as you two are only 8 and 10.

You two separate, and walk back over to your parents. Simon had a pink hue to his cheeks, but nothing he couldn't not excuse as sunburn.

Once you got in your rickety car back to your house, it's not like you knew you'd never see him again. You were packed and already on the plane 3 weeks later.

The absolute meltdown you had in the airport had your mom threatening to ductape your mouth shut, and you're pretty sure you cried all the way to America.

-

You lift your head, noticing your spot in line has moved up, again. You shift forward, a basket of food in your arms. You got your own places little over a year ago. Freedom feels.. Great, actually, nobody is on your ass and you can freely drive anywhere without a 'where tf are you??' text.

You get to the register, and give a polite nod and 'I'm good, and you?' Your accent still catches a few people off guard. Fucking hell, this state is absolute shit sometimes. Just because some people aren't the same as you, you don't gotta be weird about it-

It's not even like it's heavy, it's just slightly there. Growing up with the most British parents in a very not British town has got your accent all odd, but if anyone from Manchester heard you, they might be able to decipher you.

You take your bags and walk to your car, loading it. Just one more thing in the list... Ah, the pet shop. The place isn't far, so you lock your car and start your walk on the way there.

A few Military officers stand a block away, across the street. They don't look quite American, in all actuality, isn't that the flag from-

You abruptly run into someone. Fuck. God, why don't you keep your eyes open every once in a while? You take a step back, rubbing your nose. Crap, they had a hard fucking chest, because your nose feels half broken.

"My bad, I'm so sorry-" You glance up to notice an military officer. You stand straighter, noticing the Union Jack flag. The guy has gear on, and a.. Ghost mask? A bavaclava, I'm pretty sure, and some eye black.

"It's.." He squints, pausing, before continuing, "Fine. It's fine."

That's an accent if you've heard one. God, it's familiar as crap, you know you've heard it before. Which parents had that accent again? Sounds like.. Jack's parents were more west...

"You uh.. You from here?" He gruffly asks, "Can tell you got an accent."

You shake your head, "I was born in Manchester, moved when I was 8, give or take."

His eyes widen this time, before cursing. He turns to the group of men further down, and throws a hand signal. They nod, and continued a conversation they were having.

"Oh? I had a friand who uh.. Who.." He hesitated, but he slipped off his mask.

"Who did that too."

You stared doe eyed at him. "Simon?"

That blonde hair is impossible to forget. You choke on a laugh, before grabbing his face. His nose is definitely different, but it looks like shits been broken.

"Holy shit, it's you." He smiled. Fucking hell, his smile.

"Jesus! What're you doing here, I mean- I-I never thought we'd-" You cut yourself off with a laugh, before hugging him tightly, your hands curling into his hair. He swiftly hugged back, rocking you softly. Goddammit, he looks good.

Good, good.

"Oh lovie, you can't understand how happy I am, I remember how you left and.." He stares at you quietly, and frowned. "Never really made another friend like you again."

That made you frown, "Si, you should've made friends! I was just the example!" You throw in a smile, to show him your joking.

You both find yourself laughing together, your hands back on his cheek, his hands on your hips. And.. Some reason naturally, you drifted closer and.. Kissed. Neither of you hesitated, it was swift and you kept his head against yours, and you made sure the kiss was good.

He was good.

You both pulled away, a soft look shared among you too.

"Are we gonna brush past that, or.." He laughed, and hugged you again, swinging you around once. You yelped, and hit his shoulder.

"Put me down!!" You squealed, laughing.

Price glanced over to the two of you, Soap turning as well.

"Tha' there mus' be tha' Bonnie he mentions," Soap nods slightly, smiling for his friend.

"Sure is. I knew he'd take this mission cuz' o' her." Price chuckled softly.

You carded through his hair softly, looking in his eyes.

"I missed you, Si."

AHH THE IINSPO FOR THIS HAD ME SENT WRITING THIS.

Never seen something like this so I feel accomplished not having a clue how to keep going.

TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT!!

Request to get more fun stories like this!

Bye babes!

-a661

[wickjump]

Not exactly hurt comfort but I am enjoying the idea that every time Cross reveals something about his past/childhood it slowly but surely makes the team angry. Like he happens to share a "funny story" or mention how he was treated and one by one the gang is horrified to the point where if xgaster actually showed up in the same au as them they would all be gunning for him immediately.

Also the stars showing up during this fight and like Dream: Nightmare stop this!! What are you doing to- Nightmare: (goops over and whispers something in Dream's ear) Dream: WHAT?? No fuck that (starts aiming his arrows at xgaster)

IVE SPOKEN ABOUT THIS SO MANY TIMES WITH FRIENDS/MUTUALS I AGREE SO MYCH HE HAS SO MANY TRAUMATIZING CHILDHOOD STORIES HE INTERNALLY NORMALIZED GOD. HE DOESNT REALIZE HOW BAD IT WAS AND THE REACTIONS HE GETS ARE UNNERVING. THANK YOU FOR THIS AND OTHER CROSS RELATED ASKS YOURE SO GOOD WITH THEM THEYRE MY FAVORITE

ok ya this is just plain whump warning for lotsa child abuse including physical. like beating the shit out of an 8 year old physical. also I’m so tired right now

chances are that’s not even the worst of it because you know his seven year old ass was told ‘don’t tell anyone about me beating you to near death’ and he still sticks to that. but he speaks about abuse he doesn’t even grasp counts as abuse.

withholding food. sleeping in the yard. eating food on the floor while the others sat at the dinner table as punishment (or to eat out of a dog bowl on the ground i had to do that once lol). as a kid still scared of the dark he was locked in dark rooms until he got over his fear (he’s still scared to this day but he won’t seek help because he doesn’t want to be punished again). cross touched something he wasn’t supposed to? put your hand on the burning hot stove for however many seconds that item was worth in G (maybe divided by 5/10), or until he cried.

cruel and unusual punishments were xgaster’s forte but he tells them like funny stories to the horror of literally everyone around him.

cross is not coping well with figuring out that no that’s not normal and no that’s fucked up. most of his scars are probably from xgaster (excluding the red one on his face obv). and when he delves into the traditional abuse it gets worse somehow?? anyway xgaster is on THE multiversal hitlist. star sanses and bad sanses all want his head on a wall. even ink because ink didn’t know about the abuse because xgaster never told him for obvious reasons and it’s not like cross was willing to share.

i think that once he starts talking about the abuse he can’t stop (same) and he’s just. slowly crying and eventually hyperventilating and oh he’s been holding onto that for SO long. and then he hates that he told people because he wasn’t supposed to and is scared that they’ll see him less or punish him for some reason or hate him now, but he isn’t expecting to be comforted after? wtf? he doesn’t grasp that saying ‘yeah i got in trouble at school so my dad beat me until i lost two of my baby teeth and got a temporary crack in my skull’ normally results in being hugged or something. like dude you were 8 wtf. and he’s so scared but he just wants to feel safe AUGH HE MAKES MY HEART HURT. like dude, he almost beat papyrus at a time he was so young he had to use a step-stool to reach the sink to brush his teeth :( dude…

anyway ya cross is me fr (the burning hand stove happened once/twice to me actually idk i was like 5 lol. my grandfather is not the best man) and he deserves to go through hell on earth and be tortured in his childhood i think. oh and experience comfort or whatever after idk. kross maybe because their dynamic is ‘my childhood was ruined’ x ‘my adulthood was ruined’ and i think that’s sweet. or mtt + cross poly with nightmare as the outlier wondering why they’re so affectionate all of a sudden (he’s aroace…)

BUT THATS SELF INDULGENT LMAO what really matters is how much we torture the poor lad that is cross 🥰

also make him trans because abuse isn’t enough he needs extreme dysphoria all of the time. xgaster isn’t transphobic btw this is independent from everything else

[satoruzlove]

jjk boys as your boyfie <3

featuring megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji and gojo satoru !

M. FUSHIGURO <3

•okay i feel like you start dating after a LONG time, he’s the kind of guy who takes his own sweet time getting to know a love interest

•he’s a firm believer in being best friends before any kind of romance happens

•when you first start dating he’s kind of shy and very , very stingy when it comes to physical affection. if you’re going somewhere and he won’t see you for a while he’ll give you a little hug from the side but that’s it. however, VERBALLY IS ANOTHER STORY CAUSE WOW

•will ask you a thousand things before you go anywhere and will make it sound like he needs to ask or you won’t survive

•” have you got your phone? just asking, y’know cause you’re soooo good at remembering it.” “you sure you can do that by yourself? if you need some help just ask,”

•he doesn’t mean it to be mean. he just blows at showing her cares but he does fr care and wants to make sure you’re okay

•when he’s with itadori and nobara, and he sees you? he smiles so hard

•speaking of. YOURE THE PARENTS OF THE GROUP I DONT MAKE THE RULES‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️anyway

•like they’ll be talking to him so happily and he’s on cloud nine because omg !! my partner!!!

•he’s just smiling and you can barely see his eyes cause his cheeks are squishing them

• “and then gojo sensei said that-megumi?” “wh- oh, y/n is here,”

•his voice is so soft when he talks to you. he’s soooo soft and speaks to you with such fondness

• “move one second kugisaki- hey, gorgeous, you get here okay ?”

•sometimes you’ve got to ask him to speak up because it’s almost like he’s whispering

•will never admit it but megumi adores being babied, adores when you coddle him

•like if you ask him how his day’s been, if you rub his shoulders or even just sway him when you guys hug he’s soooo. his head is like

• “ my baby is so sweet, god my partner is amazing, this feels so nice, theyre so soft against me,i wonder if they’d like it if i- oh my god i can feel them smiling into me. wow. okay. okay. aAAAA-“

•he will start smiling

• do not point it out. he will deny it.

•when you guys hug he does the thing where he nuzzled his nose into your neck and you’ll feel his eyelashes on your skin

•call him pretty, call him handsome

•if he sees you looking at him from afar he goes so red because he just loves the feeling of being admired

•kisses behind your ear in a rush for whatever reason god knows

•gets sooo embarrassed when gojo tells you stories of his childhood.

•will cling to you anywhere. also the type to hide behind you or stand behind you in public unintentionally just cause he wants to keep you close

•NAP!!! DATES!!!!!

• will cry if you tell him that he doesn’t have to be so strong,he values the ability to be vulnerable with anyone. if you’re a good listener he values you so much. he knows the way out a situation, but it’s the way you listen and just validate him that matters.

• VERY. very mature and it’s so rare to fight with him.

• so soft. i love him.

Y. ITADORI <3

•oh my god

• he’s just. such a simp he thinks you’re an angel idk save him

•it’ll take a few months for him to fall. he LOVES fun people who will give anything for their friends.

•everything about you becomes so special to him and he begins seeing it in everyone else

•like if you have brown eyes he’ll start liking his eyes more, because there’s no way something isn’t absolutely perfect if it isn’t on your face.

•a huge fan of touching. even as friends he will hold your hands in his, he’ll hug you so tight. he just loves touching because it reminds him that you’re around and that he’s able to protect you

•as you get into the relationship he hugs your waist ( with consent. he almost cries with nerves when he first asks if it’s okay.) , he’ll squeeze it and rub his thumbs along the sides of it too.

•HE LOVES BEING HELD THOUGH. LIKE if you wrap your arms around him and he’s against your chest he’ll just smush his cheeks into you and and hum

• “you smell so good.” “your shirt’s real’ comfy, baby.” “love it when you hold me, y’know?”

•baby just values you soooo much.

•if you wear lipstick he wants to be COVERED in it. in a modern day au he’ll take so many pictures covered in lipstick kiss marks and post them with songs like dark red by steve lacy or sure thing by miguel .

•he lives to be yours. god

•please kiss him w it on and pull back, look at him and go “ nice lipstick, yu.”

•he will FOLD IN HALF

•does the thing where y’all kiss and he smiles into your lips, but refuses to pull away and will grab your hips even closer to him just cus he can.

•pls spray his clothes w your perfume

•TELLS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHINGABOUT YOU HAUWIDJW

•gojo? tells him about you, his friends? tells them, panda ? asks him for advice, sees a cute cat w your hair colour? mumbles, “woah you and my s/o are matching. you’re really cute, little guy!!” ( no he doesn’t care if it’s a girl he will call it a dude.)

•names it after you even if he never sees it again.

•kiss his hands and watch him plan your wedding

•megumi loves you and he looks up to you both a lot. you’re definitely a part of their little family .

•if you’re sleeping next to him and he’s awake ( rare. he sleeps like a boulder.) he will sit there and watch you, memorising everything on your face. if you have long lashes or brows he’ll lightly brush his fingers against it and if you’ve got acne he’ll make patterns in his head. ( he is grossly inlove.)

•your biggest fan. 1948382/10 amazing bf

S. GOJO<3

•he is a child i don’t care

•he’s so needy and teasy. he KNOWS what he’s doing .

•in his case i think it takes AGES. years even. he’s very scared of what could happen, he doesn’t even blame you or use your own qualities to form any negative outcome, he just says that love is really screwed up and pretends he isn’t aching to be with you.

•i’ve said it before, but best friends to lovers !!!!!!

•once you guys are together oh jesus

•he’s already so comfortable, already sees you as his forever, already is so inlove with everything ab you.

•when satoru touches you, you feel like the most valuable thing ever. it’s so gentle and so caring. you’re like an expensive tea cup.

•satoru kinda holds you to a pedestal but for this reason respects you alot. he’s so aware of your boundaries and appreciates when you do the same

•he’s a little ( fucking huge)ray of sunshine though

•will always be making small jokes and poking you, squishing you

•loves when you smile. your smile is his favorite thing. your laugh makes him believe that the world is good.

•i feel like when you guys are alone satoru is very intimate in a not sexual way, he’s very slow and intentional with his love and you would’ve never guessed because he makes all those jokes.

•DEFINITELY A “ what if we kissed? ahahaha jk not really tho “

•will hold your waist, LOVES TO PUSH YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EARS IF ITS LONG!! IF IT ISNT THEN HE JUST STROKES YOUR CHEEKS!! loves when you hold his whole arm or when you guys bump your noses together before a kiss

•wait okay

•just imagine y’all are cuddling because he just couldn’t wait, and he’s nuzzling your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses ( his specialty!!!) on your collar and neck, and when he comes up to your mouth he glances at your lips and smiles at how flustered you are. “ shy, angel? aww, how come? don’t go getting so shy, you’ll make me all self - conscious too.” and you just tell him to shut the fuck up cause bro you’re so fine just KISS ME🤲🤲🤲⁉️ will giggle and bump noses and then kiss you silly

•looks so good after too cause he’s pale and he’s so flustered

•he goes everywhere with you, never lets you leave alone.

• “ why would you wanna go alone? off to see your other boyfriend?”

“toru, hush-“

“exactly, pretty baby, let’s go. i wanna hold your hand while you drive , ‘kay?”

•loves himself someone who bosses him around by the way. MAKE HIM kiss you. force him. he’ll be on his knees .

•this came from how long he let his love for you soak and mature. just loves you so deeply.

•apart from the whining and man child persona, so cute. 9/10!!!!!!!:$:$2!:

[diorkyeom]

THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST: PART 3

masterlist. part one. part two.

part three of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me! lots of these are fics that have been in my library for a while that i just never got round to reccing, so expect a lot of verkwan in this haha

(list is in order of titles!)

By Any Other Name - bapilli

verkwan, omegaverse, oneshot

i don't even read omegaverse so idk how i even ended up reading this in the first place but. it's actually sooo so sweet. their dynamic is just sososo gentle and hansol just Likes seungkwan SO MUCH and it's So obvious and it makes me want to sob in my hands a little bit. this fic gets bonus points for its hurt/comfort elements and the gentle reassurance it has.

Give Me A Chance To Be Yours - lillupon

meanie, uni au, pining, chaptered

listen guys. there is So Much stuff in the meanie tag that if i rec a meanie fic, you just know it's the best of the best. the whole best-friends-who-act-like-theyre-dating thing is delicious But add that with oblivious mingyu and pining wonu and a confession not taken seriously and jealousy and you have an absolutely stellar fic. and wow, guess what, that's exactly what this fic is

Green (With Leaves) - kaiteki

soonhoon, plant shop au, chaptered (but short)

no bc why is literally the gentlest, sweetest, fondest soonhoon characterisation ever and why is it so accurate???? i Love dramatic soonyoung and dry humour jihoon and their fun little dynamic put into the loveliest friends to lovers plot ever. y'all know that i prefer strangers/ friends to lovers over e2l for soonhoon any day and this fic does it rly well

i'm all about you - checkyeshoshi

verkwan, football (soccer), chaptered

honestly seungkwan as a firecracker of a football coach is something ive Never thought about before but it also makes so much sense???? and hansol just being The Guy dragged into the team's shenanigans is so adorable and very much him imo. also seungkwan basically just gawking at hansol's muscles the entire time >>>

Insomnia - Mistehri

soonhoon, canon au, ib insomnia zero 1, oneshot

soooo soft and soooo sweet!!! i love little canon fics bc theyre always so self indulgent and i love that for the author. also adorable jihoon who can't sleep without soonyoung?? that's absolutely adorable and i cried a bit bc my heart was Melting at how soft they are

pack off the sunset glow - orphan_account

verkwan, roadtrip, non-idols au, oneshot

*clenches fists* i love these gay little boys so so much. it's so chaotic and fun and you literally can imagine everything that happens here and seungkwan being a dramatic mess as usual makes everything soo so much better

PEACH. - petitseok

seoksoo, non-idols, age regression, twoshot

honestly ive never even read those caregiver + regressor fics before but this one :((( instantly the best one of those types of fics ever like. i don't even know what made me click on it but it's So sweet and devastating and regressor!seok now has my heart bc of course this lovely man with big doe eyes should get to act like a 3 year old every now and then to relax

The Tiger On The Mountain - natigail

soonhoon, magical realism, shapeshifter hoshi, chaptered

hnnghghfh listen. people really underappreciate the potential for hybrid fics and shapeshifter fics that hoshi's tiger agenda brings, but this uses it really well! i love the interleaving of fantasy into Totally Normal Lee Jihoon's life and dude,,, the cliché tropes r all just so good

What's In A Name - thanku4urlove

verkwan, non-idols, fluff, crack, oneshot

seungkwan is so!!! himself!!! in this fic and i literally even have one section of this fic screenshotted bc i screamed about it to my friend since it was such an on-point seungkwan characterisation. also user thanku4urlove literally writes the best verkwan fics. i think i've recced their fics in every list so far

your name is a triangle - universefactory(jaeminjeno)

soonhoon, idolverse, established relationship, oneshot

mild misunderstandings and soft relationships. that's it, that's the fic. soonyoung is Sad and Sulking but jihoon is there to knock some sense into him and all is fine once again :D okay but also the way that the members r just so caring in the fic is vv sweet too

[icarusredwings]

What's going on at the X Men Annual Cook out as non black native american. Anyone is allowed to join in with their two cents. Adorablness at the end. <3

SCOTTY MY BROTHA IN CHRIST CHILL

Firstly, Domino wasn't even invited. She was just lucky enough to show up because the universe told her too and just so happened to be delighted to see the nonsense unfolding.

Secondly, let's get one thing straight. Wade is over here, busting it down to Mary Jane Girls and The Emotions, singing word for word.

You really are going to look at this man and tell me he ISN'T folding the second a black mama tells him to settle his ass down? He's sat and silent, ma'am. He's probably gonna say something so stupid and get slapped with a slipper, but you know what? Maybe he'd behave.

Perhaps that's why Ororo can sit him so quickly with a simple word and eyebrow raise. Speaking of which, she's watching Logan very closely on that grill. Them burgers be lookin a little dry Lo... He wouldn't stop complaining until she let him help. And even so, this help is very much supervised. If anything he's bickering that theyre fine and she's very tempted to switch him out with Remy.

Who was, of course, trying to show off to Rouge with his dancing but rouge is too busy comforting Kurt whos currently sat next to the picnic table on the ground crying and lowkey getting possesive over his plate.

"No little german boy! Don't eat those Louisiana baby back ribs, REAL tater salad and collard greens!"

"Oh mein gott.. dis is so gud!" *cries*

Hank is playing corn hole with Morph, who lowkey is about to get slapped because he keeps doing Micheal Jackson impressions. He also keeps cheating at the game 🤨

Just as Rouges turning her freak on. Logan's kicked off the grill and told to go handle the weird dance battle that Wade has started.

"D'Awww but!- but!? Ugh!!" So now here he is, poutily standing at the grill, watching how gently Piotr is holding Kittys hand and is twirling her with a big smile on his face.

Somehow, Out of no where, A cirlce has formed and now all Yukio, Wade, and Rouge is chanting "Go white boy, go white boy, go!"

As Scott is proving just how loose he can get, testing just how streachy these slacks are.

Jeans giggling up a storm, a hand over her mouth as she pushes him away and tells him theres kids near by. Logan is deadpanned, a little disgusted but also impressed. Like who is this man?? Where was the principal?

And there was Jubilee, filming the whole thing for their socials, captioning it "Professor cool" and "We like to have fun here at XUniversity 🕺!"

Nathan has his face in his hands, Bright red, so embarrassed that he's thinking about leaving early.

"DAAAYYMM Your dad is TURNT!"

Both Nathan and Logan blink, staring at him as he runs off.

"...Do you.."

"Nope.."

Neither of them have any clue what's going on, but god Wade is so cute when well socialized and properly exercised.

Somewhere over in a tree, There's two boys sitting on a branch eating various kinds of food, both their hands sticky sith sauce.

"Do they always do this?"

"Nope. Pietro." He puts his hand out.

Putting a napkin around his hand, He takes it with a smirk. "Miles."

"....Wait a second. Do you even go here?"

"Nope. Gonna snitch?"

"...Gimme your sweet potatoes and we'll call it even."

"That's a hard bargain. I like that. Deal."

The boys sit in silence as they exchange food, Watching a scrawny cancer patient trying to force a two left footed lumberjack to dance with him but he's so embaressed that his ears are red and tripping over his own feet.

"W-wade I'm not-"

Soon enough it turns into more of a Waltz. The same Waltz they did at their reception in this very yard.

[richeeduvie]

A slightly older Baby Jr finding Roman and Baby crying over Bear Roman and Mommy while they fix her room up to get rid of smaller clothes n older toys so in her sweet toddler fashion she asks her parents if theyre sad because they wanna play with her toys too and they get more overwhelmed with emotion and just start hugging her incredibly tightly 🥹

"Roman?"

Roman's holding Bear Roman by the throat, choking and blinking fast. The tears already come heavy.

"How the fuck are we supposed to do this every three years?"

"...It doesn't have to be every three."

"I already cracked when you made me put her ball in the box."

Roman rubs his eyes, sniffs. He squeezes his daughter's bear tightly as he sits with cross-legs on the floor.

"She doesn't play with it anymore."

"But she fucking use to! All the time, that was her-she never went anywhere in her without her ball."

"...I know."

Baby can't bare to glance at Evie Mommy - the little patch doll parody of her and even though Roman claims to hate it, she's sure her husband won't bare to part with it at all. Tears drop against her cheeks.

"You can't cry, we're not-" He pinches his nose. "We're not making it out of this room if we're both leaking."

"She's only three and a half, but why is she growing up so fast?"

"I'm leaking over the semblance of toys, do not bring growth into the conversat-"

"I can't get rid of any of her baby clothes, Roman. I can't do it."

They don't hear the footsteps of their little girl. She stands utterly confused at the sight of her parents choking on tears. But then, then she sees Mommy and Daddy holding onto her Bear Roman and her toys and it's so obvious, but she's not sure why they have to cry about it. They should've asked.

"We can share."

They turn to Baby Jr. She puts her hand near her mouth looking up at them.

"Do you wanna play with my toys? We ca-can...we can play together. You don't have to cry, Daddy - and Mommy. Toys are for fun."

She runs her little legs to Evie Mommy and holds it over her head to give to Baby. Baby looks to Roman and of course, in his nature - and his way of being a parent, cries even harder, but somehow almost silently. Baby's tears are squeezed by her eyes shutting.

She comes down at Baby Jr's head, hugs her so tightly. The doll too.

"...Is this playing?"

"You'll always be the sweetest baby ever. I love you so much."

"...I love you, Mommy. Is this how you play?"

She supposes this is how Mommy and Daddy play when Roman attacks her with a tight hold from behind. Adults are so funny.

[leigh-kay]

yall arent giving me what i need w ethan landry so ill do it my goddamn self

Confidence|| Ethan Landry (Scream 6)

warnings: smut, like straight fucking, sub! oc reader, dom! ethan, he whines so your welcome, choking, cutesy ish ending, theyre in love bc im in love w ethan, head (female recieving), ethan needing to satisfy her to be happy, ethan being hot in general

"Like that?" he whispered, dragging slow circles across her clit.

She nodded, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she gripped at his wrist, "go faster baby."

He obliged, and while he could tell she liked it, he knew she needed more. And he remembered how she nearly screamed when he'd used his mouth the last time. He wouldn't settle for less.

As he stopped his attack with his fingers, she eyed him questionably, a frown on her lips as he got up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" she pouted.

"Come here," he demanded, standing at the foot of the bed.

The change in his demeanor was almost frightening. He'd never been one to call the shots in their sex life. It was shortlived, they'd only slept together twice, and she always took the lead. He'd been a virgin, and, well, she was far from it.

Which didn't bother him in the way most people would think. No, Ethan simply hated the idea that anyone could make her feel better than he could. And that... was not an option.

She stared at him curious, but following his request. She sat before him, looking up at the pretty brown eyes she'd fallen in love with as a smirk appeared on her face.

"Ethan what-" his knees hit the floor in front of her, and his hands gripped her thighs.

As he slid them open, he smiled at her softly, "You liked this right?"

She couldn't get words out. Never in her fucking life did she think she'd ever see a sight like this. Messy hair and dimples like his between her legs, trying so hard to take over but still be every bit the gentlemen he always was. It was unreal.

She simply nodded, her hand reaching to pull on one of his, lacing them together. His free hand squeezed at her thigh as his mouth attached itself to her cunt. His tongue running through her slit as he sucked against her heat.

She gasped as he found her clit, rolling his tongue over it slowly but rough.

"Ethan," she squeezed at his hand, her back hitting the bed as she fell back.

Over and over, he tugged her clit between his lips, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and the latter. He couldn't get enough of the taste on his tongue.

She cursed above him, whining and hips damn near riding his face as he kept up the pace. She was so fucking close it hurt and her movements were uncontrollable.

He groaned against her opening as she screamed his name, sending her crashing through her orgasm. He didn't pull off as he licked across her cunt, cleaning her up as she moaned at the sensitivity.

Grabbing for his face, she pulled him close, throwing her lips against his as she thread her fingers through the mess of curls at the back of his head.

Fumbling, she yanked at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to his arms before he took over and thew it to the floor beside them.

"I want it, please Ethan." She pressed her palm to his covered cock, fighting for breath as they broke apart.

He'd loved sex with her, all of the two times they'd done it but she's never begged him for anything. And he never felt the burn in his veins that he did as the words left her mouth. He wanted to fuck her in every goddamn position possible. Until she couldn't take it. He wanted to ruin her.

The ideas scared him but by god if it didn't make his dick hard to think about her crying for him. His hand found her neck as he pressed messy kisses across her tits.

"So perfect," he mumbled, hips slowly grinding into her bare pussy.

She sighed at the contact, bucking up at him as he brought his hips back down on her again. Teeth ran across her sweet spot as she cried his name, "Ethan, please!"

"I just wanna worship you, pretty," he flashed those fucking dimples and she wanted to die. She thought she might explode if he didn't fuck her like she so clearly needed.

"I need you."

His patience snapped. How could he not fuck her when she needed him? His hands flew to his jeans, unbuttoning them before slipping them down his legs, groaning as she went for his boxers.

His cock sprang free as he snatched the condom from the night stand beside them. Slipping it on before lining up with her cunt.

He tried to keep himself in check, sliding into her slowly as his head fell back, "fuck me."

Inch by inch, she welcomed him before wrapping her legs around his torso, whimpering at how he damn near split her open.

"God, you take me like you're fucking made for it," he groaned.

She had not a clue where this side of Ethan had been hiding, but fuck she loved it. She loved everything about him but by god this made it even better.

He dragged out of her, hissing at how tight she was around him, before his hands settled at her waist and he slammed back into her. The noise that left her was enough to send his eyes to the back of his head.

Everything about her was perfect, but the noises she made for him? The fact he caused them sent heat through his body.

"How," he pushed into her at a steady pace, "did I get so lucky hmm?"

"I-" a particularly sharp thrust cut her words short.

"Sorry baby I didn't get that?"

Cocky son of a bitch. God he was hot.

His thrusts were deep and fast, pulling her hips to meet him as she cried out his name over and over. As her nails began to cut into his shoulders he let out a whine that made her clench around him.

He always sounded so pretty.

"Harder", she pulled him flat against her, "pl-ease."

He obeyed, fucking into her from the closer angle, making her scream.

"Right there?" she nodded vigorously, legs shaking.

Again and again he drilled against the spot, leaving her writhing underneath of him as she fell apart.

He could feel his orgasm chasing him as he sucked marks into her skin. She was his to do that with, she'd told him. He'd been damned if he didn't take every chance to claim her since.

"Baby," she ran her nails down his back, "cum for me. Please, inside me"

"Are you- jesus christ- are you sure?"

"Yes! Fuck, please!"

She tightened around him as the sensitivity took her over, her teeth grazing his neck and sending him over the edge.

As the wave hit him, he pressed his lips to hers with zero hesitation. She could feel the heat spreading inside of her, hear the low pitched ramblings in her ear as she took everything he gave her.

"So pretty", "Perfect girl", and "So good to me" were all she could make out as he gently pull out of her and pulled her under his arm.

Her eyes flutter as she look over at him, red covering his cheeks and curls matted against his forehead. He was the kind of perfect people carved statues for.

His brown eyes found hers, exhaustion behind them, "I- I'm sorry I lost my cool."

She stared for a moment, convinced he was joking before she burst into laughter.

"What?" he turned to face her.

"Ethan you fucked me so good I don't even think I could walk if I wanted to right now and you're apologizing."

He tried not to smile, "I did?"

A soft blow hit his side as she rolled her eyes, "Don't go getting cocky now, Landry."

"You're simply boosting my confidence."

She snorted, snuggling further into his side, "My pleasure."

[ladylizzieofdarbyshire]

"If my only purpose in life is to love a woman as great as you, I will be a very fulfilled man indeed."

Babe. BABE! You cannot drop that line and NOT expect me to burst into tears.

Readmore of Sarah's live takes on the newest Bridgerton season:

Bisexual Benedict Bridgerton supremecy. No seriously, BISEXUAL BENEDICT BRIDGERTON!!!!!!!!! I nearly screamed, y'all

Phillipa Featherington Finch is the most adorable woman on the planet, I will die on that hill, I love her, your honor.

Ngl, I really feel for Cressida. I was really hoping for a Lady Danbury/Cressida runaway parallel, but alas. Also WHAT was with the Mrs. Cowper BEEF with the Bridgertons, damn??? Also Also: what happened to the nature lord from pt1 of the season? Surely he wouldve shifted his attention back to Cressida right?? But no, poof. He gone

The women this season SO FUCKING PRETTY, I CANNOT HANDLE THIS ASFLSKSH KATE, HELLO??? PEN?? ELOISE??? ALICE??? SHOW ME A WOMAN IN THIS SHOW I WOULDN'T SWOON FOR, STARS HAVE MERCY.

Colin needs more color in his wardrobe in the last few episodes, dangnabbit. Blacks and browns are all well and good, but he deserves to slay during his season, especially during the climax ball!!! Give him a colored shirt, a pattered vest, SOMETHING! Also: Show me more FOB Pirate Colin please and thank you

Alice, you go queen! Slide right into society and have them all chasing YOU to come to their brunches. Hell yeah. I just KNOW Danbury is setting the Mondritch's up to slide into her place as the rule breakers/trendsetters of society events

Pen's breasts are spilling out of every dress she wears. Im not saying that's a PROBLEM, I'm just saying as a fellow perfect breasted woman, I know from experience that her dresses are too small around the bust for her body. Theyre not custom made, they were ordered, then tailored to fit her - but wardrobe didn't account for the extra give around the chest, so the dresses are squeezing as tightly across as possible, it CANNOT be comfortable. Very common problem for us short curvatious women. Sexy as hell though, 11/10 very distracting

That settee sex scene?!? The mirror??? The strip tease?!?!? Please have mercy, I'm only human

Francesca and John are so FUCKING ADORABLE I cant help but squeal every time they're together. I too want to go off with a sweet adorable husband to go live in a gorgeous castle in Scotland

Eloise is so pretty, but I just gotta say it, I HATE her wardrobe. It looks neither comfortable, nor very pretty, nor very flattering. Are they purposefully trying to make her look youger to stave off her romance/season? It's the only explanation I can come up with for those atrocious bows at the necklines

Now FRANCESCA'S wardrobe does a PHENOMENAL job of both being very pretty and nailing her characterization compared to the women around her. I LOVE the accented, high necklines.

I loved the inky hands, cool detail to pull out

And just to loop back around once again, BISEXUAL BENEDICT BRIDGERTON!!!!

I audibly said "OH SHIT" when Pen turned away from the print shop to find Colin. 'Whoop, there it is'

Ben's affirmation to Eloise about love not being finite, and the implication that just because Pen and Colin love each other, it doesn't cheapen the relationship El has with each of them individually really got to me man. I cried.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Are you doing fluff cus I need some so can you do ,if you are doing fluff that is ,slasher x S/O give them a flowercrown headcanon and if you are Not its fine I understand :)

Hope you have a good day or night

Slashers being given a flower crown

Headcanons

Time to work on some things in my inbox ;P

Vincent Sinclair

-          Bo would be very sweet and careful if you were to give him a flowercrown. He might even keep completely after you put it on him, just so he wont mess it up. You can tell he’s blushing under his mask

-          Would make you flowers out of wax to keep on you. It wouldn’t be a crown most likely, since its probably not that good to have wax in your hair, but hed make your favorite flowers to keep around so they wouldn’t go bad.

 Billy Loomis

-          Billy would just be amused if you were to give him a flowercrown. If there were a lot of people around, he might not let you put it on him to begin with, seeing as he’s too cool for that stuff. But if you give him the puppy eyes, hed sigh and let you put it on him.

-          He would never tell you or anyone else that he keeps the flowercrown even after its all dried up, he keeps it in his bedside table and likes to look at it when he misses you. It makes him feel all types of vulnerable and soft.

 Stu Macher

-          Stu would be ecstatic if you were to give him a flowercrown. Hed wear it as long as it lasts, at school, at home, even under his ghostface costume when killing. He treasures it and will give you a big kiss when you put it on him.

-          He will try to make you one in return. Its kinda fragile and might not be the prettiest, but it always makes him smile big and wide when you wear it. When the two flowercrowns break he would go out and buy those flowercrowns made of fake flowers to wear, he gets you a matching pair.

 Harry Warden

-          Harry doesn’t have much of a reaction to the flowercrown when you give him one, he would tilt his head and seem happy that you’re giving him flowers. It wouldn’t fit very well on his helmet, so he ends up wearing it around his wrist instead.

-          He keeps a couple of the flowers in a pocket or on his person even when theyre all dried up and ugly. He wouldn’t make you one in return but if he finds something cool in the mines or on his victims, he would give it to you as a gift. Or he gets you a large bouquet of flowers.

 Michael Myers

-          Michael has no reaction to being given a flowercrown. He would just lean down when you ask him too and would tilt his head in the Michael way when you ask if he likes it. You aren’t sure if he likes it or not, but when he returns from killing later that night and is still wearing it you are sure he does.

-          He ends up breaking it and brings you a handful of random flowers he found when out doing his business so you can make him another one. He ends up ripping up flowers from victim’s yards to bring back, sometimes bringing back the entire plant and roots.

 Jason Voorhees

-          Jason blushes as best as he can when you give him a flowercrown. He has always loved flowers because of how pretty and fragile they are. He would skillfully weave you a flowercrown in return, he’s pretty much a pro at making them.

-          He keeps the flowercrown somewhere safe, and if you keep making them for him he will soon have a whole pile of pretty dried flowers since he makes sure they keep their shape and ask much of the color as possible.

 Brahms Heelshire

-          Brahms will start giggling and moving around all happy and excited. He would wear it as much as possible and start whining and throwing a fit if you try to make him take it off to sleep or shower. He cries when it breaks so you have to make him another one.

-          He will sometimes brave it to and go into the yard and grab some of the prettiest flowers and try his damnest to make you a crown too. They’re always hideous and fall apart easily but he seems to pleased with himself when you wear it.

[creaturecomfxrts]

↟ ⚘ 𖥧 South Park college headcanons 𖥧 ⚘ ↟

excuse my janky ass formatting and disorganized notes 😭

KENNY

✦ pansexual

✦ PLAYBOY. INSANE RIZZ

✦ body count is insane he just thinks its funny though

✦ actually really really sweet and considerate

✦ never fixed his gap tooth 🫶

✦ always remembers birthdays

✦ scars everyyywhere like Everywhere

✦ haphazard wolfcut that he trims himself bc hashtag no money

✦ full ride scholarship, works his ASS off on schoolwork and two jobs and yet still has time to party

✦ literally nobody knows how he does it

✦ still loves wearing big jackets, doesnt get a lot of new clothes often so almost all of his shit is hand patched up

✦ supremely unlucky (trips and shatters phone screen ass shit)

✦ angel wing tats on shoulderblades

✦ LOVES weed. does not drink at all

✦ probably has done LSD and shrooms

✦ parents are extremely proud of him, he doesn’t go home very often but keeps in touch

✦ got them a phone so that they can text him!!! he saved up for a whole year to get it bc he missed his sister

✦ pierced his own ears also gave himself snake bites

✦ pierced stans ears (stan cried)

✦ small smattering of freckles! only come out in the summer

✦ doesn’t hang out with stan as often on his own bc he doesnt like how bad his drinking has gotten :(

✦ loves decimating cartman in call of duty

✦ listens to BROCKHAMPTON and doja cat (and ABBA but only with butters)

STAN

✦ raging alcoholic

✦ existential + clingy drunk

✦ grows stubble really fast, shaves when he feels like it

✦ eyebags for dayysss

✦ beauty marks! has a lot on his face and shoulders

✦ smokes weed w/ kyle and kenny (cartman isn’t invited anymore bc he hogs the blunt)

✦ only gets his schoolwork done wasted because he cant get himself to do it sober

✦ PTSD + severe depression

✦ bisexual as fuck my god

✦ emo LMFAOOOO wears a lot of muted tones, ripped jeans, sweaters, hoodies. so many beanies

✦ also smokes nic 😔

✦ probly a business major

✦ tried hookups, doesnt really care for them

✦ plays bass!!

✦ internalized homophobia but its okay hes growing

✦ had/has a phase where he’ll bleach and dye his hair and the rest of the gang look forward to it bc its always something new (always keeps the black roots)

✦ really bitter about just. everything

✦ STILL hates medical shit and hospitals got alcohol poisoning and REFUUSSEDDD to go kyle was frantic

✦ so many random ass tattoos including a paw + date memorial tattoo for sparky :((

✦ gets really anxious when not drunk

✦ listens to tally hall, will wood and mother mother

KYLE

✦ keeps his hair at a tameable length bc he tried growing it out a little in highschool and it just went up and outward. never again

✦ got fed up one day in senior year and completely buzzed it. it was that week stan realized he was bi 💀

✦ not reeaaallly jewish anymore respects tradition but rlly could care less

✦ SO. MANY. FRECKLES.

✦ pale asf burns if he sees sunlight

✦ flushes TOMATO red when he gets even a little flustered or nervous and its so funny

✦ occasionally will accidently speak like his mom (whatwhatWHAAAT) and proceed to death glare anyone who looks like theyre going to comment on it

✦ hides his face in his hands when he gets embarrassed to replace his hat which he used to use the side flaps to bury his face in (it makes him feel hidden)

✦ weekly facetime calls with ike to see how he is because he misses him so much

✦ undeclared for like half the college experience

✦ uncomfy at parties, ends up usually tailing stan and kenny to them but only if stan comes

✦ childhood crush on stan he still hasnt gotten over 😔

✦ really likes working w/ kids but you would NEVER guess by looking at him

✦ massive fucking growth spurt hes an absolute 6’5 twig

✦ ADHD as fuck gets overwhelmed by schoolwork a lot, stan helps but hes really bad at directions when hes drunk so it doesnt really go anywhere

✦ anger issues, still HATES cartman, only tolerates him around bc hes funny sometimes to laugh at also hes rich and all of them could benefit from that lmao

✦ gets into fights still, got into a lot in highschool and less so in college but still seen as a hothead

✦ not buff but can absolutely hold his own

✦ still likes painting :) does it in his own time bc he feels like a sissy (his own words) stan loves them and has like 3 of his paintings either at home or in his dorm

CARTMAN

✦ college dropout LMFAOOOO

✦ his family is just. rich

✦ his mom remarried this fucking crazy rich dude so he still lives w/ his mom

✦ forced to go to community college

✦ actually has lost weight! not too much but he got fed up with it and is at a healthier size, his mom keeps trying to push mlm diets on him though 💀

✦ twitch streamer, keeps getting banned for slurs, not necessarily a lolcow, closest example i csn think of would be like uhhh jake paul mixed with schlatt? he has a pretty genuine following but. SO many haters

✦ kenny occasionally joins him in streams over the summer when he doesnt have schoolwork (chat LOVES him)

✦ has every console

✦ has also probably broken every console

✦ a LITTLE more compassionate, gives the rest of the gang fat checks for their bdays (probably to make himself feel like he has a moral compass after how much hes bullied kenny for being poor)

✦ still listens to kanye west 💀 and to drake or any other popular rapper

CRAIG

✦ obsessed w space + NASA

✦ majoring in that field, always busy with like. hardddd work (finds it interesting though he speeds thru it. autism is one helluva drug)

✦ plays so much minecraft. probably has built an accurate scale solar system on there

✦ autistic as fuck

✦ voice is less nasally but he has a flat affect

✦ ceiling stars in his college dorm. he put them up the first day

✦ one of the only kids to still wear his hat, or at least a new hat thats so similar to his old one

✦ beanies will suffice if chullo is dirty

✦ unlike stan, he actually has soft and not gross hat hair

✦ space tattoos + a woodstock tattoo (they remind him of tweek so much he had to (tweeks matching))

✦ still dating tweek, right out of college they move in together

✦ smuggled a cat into his dorm junior year

✦ def listens to tv girl

✦ that one hot quiet dude in every class and when girls find out hes dating tweek (its so obvious he has them as his lockscreen and his picture in his wallet) they are absolutely gobsmacked

✦ completely unphased by this, kenny had to tell him that girls were into him for him to notice

✦ follows space discovery news like a boomer with politics, if a new planet is discovered he will not shut UP abt it

✦ knows a suspicious amount about astrology despite saying he doesnt care abt it

TWEEK

✦ to match w craig tweek has a TINY snoopy tattoo he almost cried while getting bc he was so nervous

✦ severe OCD, CPTSD, and anxiety from his entire living situation

✦ found out abt the meth situation in middle school, massively traumatizing

✦ lived w/ craig for a while while court proceedings happened

✦ had to go to rehab after the arrest bc he went thru withdrawal

✦ substance free for the last 5 years!

✦ took him a long time to seperate coffee and meth as sononymous, drinks decaf and sweet coffees now bc he does like the taste

✦ incredibly easily scared and really jumpy, calms down completely only around craig and is at ease with all of his friends, with strangers he gets overwhelmed so quick

✦ hes pretty bad paranoia over poisoning in his food and drink, craig usually will take the first bite or sip to help him feel better

✦ got into cooking so he can make his own meals from scratch, loves meal prep! (hes rlly rlly good. so tastey)

[crushedsweets]

OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

[romanestuffsposts]

I went out last night and got food poisoning 😭😭😭😭 if you could possibly, if it doesn’t gross you out, I totally understand if you don’t want to write it. 💗💗

Maybe they all went out to dinner, not something that is done often because they are always looking out for your health and dont want to make a habit out of eating out. Their little one ends up getting food poisoning. 🥺

Thank you so much! 💖💖❤️❤️ please don’t ever stop writing I love your page so much!

Hi there love! 💜

I'm so sorry it happened to you love! I hope you fely better quickly after getting sick ❤️

Thank you so much sweetie! I love writing for you my loves so don't get bored of me too quickly hehe

I hope you like how I write your request

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : sickness, food poisoning, vomit/throw up (no details!), mention of diarrhea (not too much and without details), fever, stomach cramps, comfort, cries, pet names, cuddles, daddies take care of little reader

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : They sure weren't ready for what will happen after a good night out

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"here's your food gentlemen" the server says as he gives your Daddies their food. He walks around the table and gives you your food "and here's yours" he says with a smile. You smile back and thanks him

"can I get you something else ?" he asks with his work manners. Your Papa looks at you "do you want something to drink with your food, sweetness ?" he asks as he starts to eat.

You look at your empty glass and nod "you can ask the gentleman then" He points his fork at the server who patiently waits. You look up at him causing him to give you all his attention "can I have an apple juice, please ?" you talk slowly to be sure to say all the words without fault. He nods and smiles "i'll go get that for you"

You watch him leave "eat, baby before it get cold" your Daddy says as he points at your food. You pick up your fork and start to dig in your favorite food who is patiently waiting for you.

It's not usual for you to go on a restaurant with your Daddies so when it happens, you make sure to enjoy every moments of the evening. You don't go out often because your Daddies privilege the food they make because when they're cooking your food they know what's in it but when you eat outside, they're never sure of all of the ingredients.

But sometimes they need to go out too.

A few moments later, the server comes back with your apple juice and wish you a good meal before leaving again. Your Daddies asked to be in a quiet part of the restaurant so you're not disturb by loud noises. It usually make you struggling to eat when there's too much noises and it's not good for your digest.

Your Daddies finished theyr food way before you but they don't complain. They love watching you eat and they prefer that you eat slowly rather than quickly to protect your little stomach.

"was it good ?" your Papa asks and chuckles when you nod with a left over of food on the corner of your lips "soo good"

"how good was it ?" your Daddy asks learning closer to you "good like your Papa's food or a better good than that ?" he teases causing Steve to elbow him in the ribs.

You giggle as you watch them "was good good but still like Papa's better" you proudly say causing him to grin. He kisses your nose "thank you princess"

He glares at Bucky causing him to laugh more. The server comes back a few minutes after you finished your food and clean the table from the empty dishes "Would you like a dessert after that ? Or a coffee or a tea ?" he asks looking at each one of you.

You shake your head and look at your Daddies "we're good thank you" Your Papa says, dimishing him.

"are you ready to go home ?" Your Daddy asks and even if you want to stay longer, you nod your head. You know your Daddies had a long week at work and they're probably super tired so you don't want them to exhausted themself by staying longer here.

You grab your Daddies hands and walk away from your table, toward the receptionist. They pay and then walk out of the restaurant, their hands in yours as they lead you toward the car.

Your Daddy helps you getting in the car and does your seat belt before kissing your nose and getting out. The car drive was good, you were listening to the quiet music in the background of the car while your Daddies were talking about things you don't understand.

But it's once you're at home that things get complicated. Your Daddy were helping you putting your pyjama on while your Papa were in his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were feeling weird but just thought it was because you ate a lots of food tonight. It was a big plate after all, you're not used to it.

But when your Daddy lefts the bathroom to go grab your paci in the room, you rush to the toilet and something you hate the most in your life get out of your mouth.

Your Daddy is quickly back in the bathroom when he heard the first noises and rush beside you. He grabs your hair with one hand and runs the other on your back "hey you're okay, babygirl" he quietly says "just let it go, you'll feel better afterward I promise"

Steve comes back in the room and sits on the other side of you "what happened ?" he asks looking at Bucky, a hand on your leg as he rubs it. Bucky simply shrugs his shoulder and gives you back his attention "it's okay, baby. Let it go, we're here. We're here"

"It's just a bad moment but after it'll be better" your Papa says as he rubs your leg. They patiently wait for you to finish throwing up, comforting you while doing so.

After some minutes, you lift your face out of the toilet and take deep breath "you're doing so good, little one" your Daddy whsipers as he dries your lips "now i'll give you some water, I want you to clean the inside of your mouth with it and the throwing it in the toilet okay ?" he asks looking into your eyes "You don't swallow the first cup, this one is just for washing your mouth, the second will be for you to drink"

You nod your head and grab the cup of water your Papa is giving you and wash your mouth with it. It takes many times to wash it but once it done, your Daddy gives you the cup of water you can drink and you empty the cup in one second

"do you want another one ?" he asks pointing at the cup but you shake your head. The bad feelings are already coming back up with just one cup of water.

Your Papa rests his hand on your forehead and just like he thought, you're burning hot. "Do you think you need to throw up again, sweetie ?" he asks and you shake your head "well then we're gonna go to bed, i'll put a bucket on your side of the bed incase you need to throw up again, we'll let the door of the bathroom open and the light on incase you need to go there fast" he says before lifting your limp body in his arms

He lies you on the bed while Bucky went to grab a bucket for you "is your stomach is bothering you ?" your Papa asks and you nod, whimpering "like cramps ?" he asks and once again, you nod.

He sighs and kisses your forehead "it'll be okay, sweetie. You just need rest" he whispers against your forehead. Bucky is quickly back with the bucket and put it on the ground where he's sure you can reach it if you need it.

"are you ready to sleep ?" your Daddy asks, running his fingers down your hair while your Papa is waiting to turn off the light. You sigh and nod your head

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Neither one of you had slept that night, you tried but couldn't and your Daddies were too busy keeping an eye on you the whole night.

During the night, your Daddies heard you going to the toilet a few times and heard the watery diarrheas and a few more throws up which brought them to call Bruce in the middle of the night.

Bruce said it was useless for him to come over because he already knows what is happening after what your Daddies said to him and he said he couldn't do much anyway. He just advised them to not feed you with liquid food or something too heavy for you. To just give you water, nothing else and giving you some pain killer if you need it for your stomach and to let you rest.

He said there's nothing he can do more for a food poisoning situation but if they follow what he said, it'll be better in a few hours or tomorrow. So they left you sleeping in the morning and waited for you to wake up by yourself.

AFter they explained why you could'nt have a bottle of warm milk this morning but a bottle of water instead and it broke their heard how sad you were but they couldn't take the risk.

They quickly light up your mood after telling you that you all will spend the entire day on the couch, watching movies and cartons. It was okay to fall asleep if you felt like you needed it and it was really important that you tell them if you're thirsty or hungry or if you need to go to the toilet.

Bruce said that it'll be better when you start to get hungry again so they wait for that.

It's been four hours now, almost five that you're laying on the couch with them. You slept three hours of the five and are now watching your favorite disney movie when you turn on your back and look up at your Papa who has his laps under your head

"what is it, princess ?" he asks playing with your hair. Bucky stops the massage on your feet and turns to look at you "wanna chicken Papa" You say in your quiet and sleepy voice. You thought he would say no because he probably prepared a whole meal for you all but he breaks into a smile and nods his head "then you'll have chicken, sweetie" he kisses your nose before lifting you up and resting you on your Daddy's laps

You watch him makign his way toward the kitchen and then rest your cheek against your Daddy's chest as you're curled up on his laps. You bring Bucksie's ear on your nose and stroke it with two fingers while your attention is on the tv

"you're little tummy is hungry, babygirl" your Daddy teases and wiggles his fingertips on your bare belly where your shirt has gone up. You giggle and squirm a little before catching his fingers. He laughs and kisses each one of your fingers making you looking up at him.

He kisses your nose and pulls you closer to him. You rest back the side of your head against him and melt in his arms and under his gentle touch.